tw's: mentions of past child abuse and neglect, internalized homophobia that's worked through, panic attacks, mentions of past bullying and being left out due to being diagnosed as autistic at a young age

Opposites

Highest ranking: #1 in Teen Fiction -- "Sunshine, what guy do you know has a weird fetish with sign language?" She's the aftermath of a high school party nightmare. Tragedy robbed her of her innocence and stole her voice before she had the chance to speak out. The court called her a liar, and the guilty was set free. Now memories plague her mind and trap her in solitude. She was forced to learn sign language, struggling to find a way to voice her silence. He's the definition of the boy she tried to stay away from. The epitome of harsh rumors and hopeless fantasies. The source of lies and blame. He's analyzed, misunderstood, and utterly mysterious. And he may be the one to find her voice. When they meet, she gets accustomed to his arrogance and he gets accustomed to her silence. An essay is what brings them together, but what happens when he starts asking too many questions? Will her past continue to drag her down, or will he save her? Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, but it doesn't always work how it's supposed to. *different summary inside* "Perfect amount of tragedy, humor, and romance!" -Sparkles530 "I feel like I learned a lot from your story, thank you." - 980Sarah "This book is beautifully written. Thank you for sharing it on Wattpad." -AKRathan "I just want to say that Silently Falling was one of the best books I've ever read. It's so beautiful and heartwarming and the way you described the progress of their relationship was beautiful." -Rafyrofy "Perfect ending." -TaylorxTaterxTot COVER: Ensurel

C41 was taught to fight and never trust anyone but a select few. But in order to leave prison, he might have to work with those who can break him. ***** Inmate C41 is the youngest registered "feral" shapeshifter -- someone unable to control his animal urges and aggressions. When he turns eighteen he is transferred to the Adult Feral Rehabilitation Center in Scotland, where he meets a mysterious American government agent who endlessly probes him with questions. C41 does the only thing he thinks will help him survive - he lies. And that starts a chain of events that will either end in a prison break or a life of torture. Content and/or Trigger Warning: sex and violence. [[Wattys' Shortlist]] [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

If there was one thing Blaze Vitale perfected over the long years of suffering and pain, that was pretending to be okay and making "I'm fine," the most common lie in human history believable. He had to be fine. For his brother. He decided to be fine and made himself smile. It was hard, but he had to do it right-with a smile. Then she came along, the woman who had the same face as his beloved. He was a mess and broken, and he thought she was his salvation, that she was the answer to his affliction... But he was wrong... because instead of fixing him, she broke him even more. CECELIB | C.C. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT | R-18 COMPLETED Cover: Astrid Jaydee

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"Why don't you go back to Hell?" I spat, fury boiling in the pit of my stomach. A dry smile played on his lips. "Haven't you heard, Cupcake? The Devil has yet to enter the realms of Hell." Follow the tale of Demi Lawson and Aidan Benson as they each tear down the stone wall the other has hid behind for one too many years... One beautiful, fucked up brick at a time. • • • • • WARNING: This story contains mature language/swearing, somewhat intense scenarios, clichés here and there, and a roller coaster of emotions. You're free to enter, but do so at your own risk. ****ALSO: This story is centered around eating disorders. If you're easily triggered by such material I would advise you don't read!**** © XxJessInfinityxX 2015 {Highest Standing: #2 on Teen Fiction) {Cover by: JuneMidnight}

"Everyone has a story in Citadel. You don't mention yours, but its in your tattoos, in your words." He ran a finger down my arm, over the black and white jungle, over the faintest sketch of a mansion behind the beauty. I fought back a shiver. "I'm good at that, seeing stories." Antoine's eyes were sparking, alive in a way I hadn't seen them before. There was anger and pain, but there was something else. "I notice it now though, it obvious how you look at me. Like I'm something special, like you can see me living my life, even if I don't." His tongue darted out, drawing my eyes as it swept over his lips. All plump and rosy and red. "There it is, that's new too...the lust." Tobias Nguyen isn't reckless. He is, however, six feet and two inches of tattooed, moody, and unforgiving werewolf. Born into the cartel and now part of one of the most notorious werewolf packs in the US, Tobias knows to mind his own business and not get attached. Except, when he can't stop himself from doing something stupid because big blue eye beg him to. Amazing cover done by the wonderful: @bitter-bite

Zia Knight is a great chef and owner of multiple well-known restaurants and cafes around U.S at the age of 22 years old. However, not wanting to be in the limelight she hides her identity and pretends to be a worker than the owner of her businesses. Her passion in cooking has occupied most of her time and social life but now she wants to make a change. Her overprotective family members are now busy with their own businesses and life, she wants to take this opportunity to open up and start her social life. Ashton Lombardi is a 26 year old well-known billionaire for his successful achievement in business world. He is known for being a ruthless and merciless CEO. He intimidates many but respect those he deemed worthy. He loves only a few including his parents, younger twins siblings and his God son, Derek, who is a son of his old best-friend. Read and follow how the two meet and began their love story.

one unexpected night I saw him. My ex. He was here and he was after me again, I can't get away from him. that was until I met Ash. the Italian mafia leader. The most dangerous man in the world, or so I thought. even though he appears to be scary and harsh he isn't. ----------------------------- Preview: He sits on the kitchen counter hunched and holding his lower stomach, I step in front of him. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ask softly, he looks up at me with the same cold glare, but this time it had an emotion i couldn't read "please? I need to clean that." I said pointing at his stomach. He sighed and pulled off his shirt with a low husky groan. I let my eyes rake over his body watching as his arm muscles flex and his skin is toned. he clears his throat, I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I realize I was staring. "clean it then." He demands, but it was oddly soft. I nodded and dabbed at his wound he hissed and pain lowing his head to rest it in the crook of my neck. His breath shoots goose bumps all over my skin.