How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

[A 2016 Wattpad Featured Story; A @Fright Featured Story] It takes one night for everything to change. One night of passion, one murder and three supermodels. JAMAICA is found dead with a bag of money in the hotel room she shares with Desiree. DESIREE, after a night of passionate sex with a stranger, returns to find Jamaica's lifeless body in her hotel room. KHAYE knows who did it but is too afraid to say anything. Overnight, Desiree and Khaye find themselves fighting for their lives and innocence. They discover the secret life Jamaica has been living in along with the people that hold more power than anyone they know. And whether they like it or not they have to embrace danger, sex, death and even love in their struggle for survival. With only the protection of two men who took them into their own dangerous lives, Desiree and Khaye have to allow themselves to be whisked into Jamaica's kaleidoscope world of the mad, bad and evil.

"Let me show you something." He says grabbing my hand. We end up in an unfamiliar room. With a boy covered in tattoos and piercings was sitting on a bed. Staring at the wall, looking at nothing in particular. His blonde hair, all messy and oily. Bags under his eyes, as if her hadn't slept in days. He looked awful. "Why are you showing me him. I don't know who he is." I tell my brother. "That, Aria is for me to know and you to find out."He says. "One last thing Aria, fix him." Then he was gone.

She found something, or rather someone, she never expected to find in her new room.

"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

He worked in the tattoo parlour across the street and she worked in the florist around the corner. He was the dark guy and she was the colourful girl. They didn't have anything in common but when Luke buys flowers in Noelle's shop for the first time they realize that sometimes opposites attract.

"You're our bodyguard? Seriously? You're a girl. She's a girl. She can't protect us. How old are you? Sixteen?" "Michael... she looks like she is about to flip shit. I think you should shut the hell up before you end up on your ass." "Well, your band mate, Luke, is not wrong. For your information, I am twenty-one years old and just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I can't kick some ass. So, Mr. Clifford, would you like to keep running your mouth?"

We all know these 4 idiots can't protect themselves, especially against bullets and knives. So, their management called up the Xforce. (cover by 4TeenageDirtbagsPls)