• • • • • Watching from afar has become my new way of life. Watching my friends be happy, watching my peers live in a blissful ignorance, and watching my family watch me wither away. Being diagnosed with cancer was a painful punch to the gut, a wake up call I didn't think I needed. And as I watched my family crumble apart under the weight of my sickness, I made the decision that nobody else would ever know. So my cancer is my secret, it's locked away in so many vaults that nobody will ever be able to reach it. Not even Zach Dawson.

Lost. Confusion. Betrayal. Blood and tears. Nightmare. All crammed within a world of hatred. A young human finds themselves stuck underground, with very low hope of escaping. This world in particular, is tragic, and brutal. With the assistance of Undyne, Ganz and Toriel, you try your hardest to escape this horrible experience. However, something inside you continued to draw you closer to your fluffy frenemy. But what? Embark on a journey to a romantic, yet tragic story between two broken and troubled hearts. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ This book contains: •Swearing •Mentions of blood and gore •Mild adult humor •Twisted humor •Mentions of abuse/bullying

"You're a monster," she whispers, a tear falling down her cheek. "I know." He looks at her with a taunting smirk. "But so are you." --------------------------------------------------------------------- He's a monster, incapable of feeling anything but hatred. She's a fragile girl who was forced into a world of hatred; a world in which she doesn't want to live. When they meet, new feelings start to arise-but can this broken girl fix a broken man?

'And right behind him, came the devil's son himself. Around 6'3 tall, dark brown hair which was combed back with a few strands falling over his forehead and that one special streak of dark red dyed hair in the left side. His thick long eyelashes casted a shadow over deep sea green eyes and they were looking at me with fierceness and alert. With long strides, he came and sat opposite of me. I snapped out of eye raping him and rolled my eyes at him. From all the people to partner with, why did it have to be the Callas Industries. Why couldn't it be Bob the Builder? ' Two families that hate each other He's cold. He's quiet. He's Elijah Callas. She's friendly. She's loud. She's Mila Rosati. Dialogue story Published - 9-Nov-2018

Every love story have its own happy endings... Will our story have its happy ending?... or it will just end with nothing? -- Written in Tagalog/English

(Currently being rewritten under a new name The Claimed) Everything changed when they came out of hiding, terror spread across the world as people began to question if our presidents and our global leaders lied to us and weren't from the same race. The Beasts blended in amongst us as if we were the same, except humans didn't have the same predatory instincts and we couldn't change our forms like they could. Soon after we learnt that we weren't the only species people began going missing. Some were unlucky and taken as something that the Beasts called a Mate that one word made fear spread throughout my veins, I would rather sell my soul than have one of them mutts chain me to them. Six months went by before the government, that was un-tainted by this vile race began to take action into their own hands contacting other countries and militaries causing the great war to happen, sending both my parents off to fight for our rights. Only one of them came back, two months was the longest we lasted before we were overpowered by them. Six years of living in this dysfunctional environment and my hatred had never dwindled. Some people still believed in god and had faith in him, I didn't know what I believed in but I prayed like everyone else that I would get through another day without hearing the soul crushing word 'Mate'. DARK THEMES THROUGHOUT. UNEDITED © All rights reserved© #1 in hunt 19/06/2019 #1 in human 19/06/2019 #1 in sanity 19/012019 #3 in mate 19/06/2019 #4 in mates 19/06/2019 #5 in hunted 19/06/2019 #1 Post-apocalyptic 30/8/19 #8 in dystopian 7/10/19 #4 in Escape 24/10/19

Words are traded, eyes come off the road, car steers the wrong way and boom a car crash. ~ SEXUAL CONTENT ~ Seventeen year old Sarah Bronwen looses both her parents in a car accident. She's broken into pieces, numb to everything. She's sent to an all Girls group home. Clueless to the fact that she'll end up feeling again and clueless to the fact that the person who will open her up once again will be a FEMALE Her feelings for this female will grow, both intimately and passionately. 🌹 ENJOY 🌹

Upon the arrival of an exchange student, Zoe begins to receive strange notes from an ally: someone who really wants to keep themselves hidden, and someone who definitely shouldn't be writing to Zoe. // There may be many kinds of people in the world, but in Zoe's, only two exist: the bullies and the bullied. Being in the former group means glory, friends and power. The latter, however, is very different, and is exactly the group that Zoe falls into. #44 in CL | cover by @jaesuga

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.

{Sequel to Fangirl, I recommend reading it before you continue} Michael and I were two peas in a pod. Best friends, and dating in my mind. Then, something changed in him. His personality was completely different, everything was crazy. I was convinced we would never be the same, after all, I was just a broken fangirl to him.