(PUBLISHED SAMPLE) Determined to protect her family from a government set on exterminating them, Willow flees the city into a chemical swamp full of mutated wildlife. ****** The world has changed, and so has Willow. A government formed by good intentions and a dying planet is killing everyone. The criteria needed to stay alive gets more stringent every day, and Willow barters her soul to keep the ones she loves safe. But when two children are sentenced to die, she risks it all to save them. Willow and her family make the deadly decision to run to the one place the officials won't follow. The bayou. Deemed uninhabitable after the dumping of mysterious, neon-green chemicals, Willow has no idea if they're running toward salvation or a slow, painful death. But just like the rest of the world, the swamp has changed. When fish have fangs, alligators talk, and a wild man named Croc maneuvers like a beast, Willow will learn what it truly means to be human. Wattpad Featured Editor's Picks! Highest Ranking #1 in Paranormal. #9 in Romance. #2 in Dystopian.

"As soon as you believe you are a monster is when you become one." After many years of war, the kingdom of Edria is finally in an era of peace--peace obtained by one thing and one thing only. A deal. King Regol has made a deal with the devil, or rather, a beast. A monster. Or so he claims. When he uses the deal for his own advantage, he threatens a girl named Zara, who has had everything but her family taken away. Zara is ordered to kill the beast Regol made a deal with, unbenownst to her that the deal even exists. When her attempt fails, she is left with two choices: to never go back home, or to learn from the beast so she can take back what is hers. She faces dangers on the castle grounds she thought were only stories; magic, creatures that kill a person in a single puff of air, and lastly, the beast, who can barely control the darkness that has buried itself in him for years. The longer she is on the castle grounds, however, the more she realizes everything is more than it seems... ...and that she has a power she could only dream about. **** A retelling of Beauty and the Beast Wonderful cover by @nicegirlsreadbooks Highest rank: #1 in Fantasy #4 in Adventure

Lydia Anabor's life was one full of peace and adventure growing up side by side with her father. The only thing that really bugged her was the constant, repetitive dream she's had ever since the day she turned 18. She tried to ignore it early on and act like the constant reminder of a dream she didn't understand didn't bother her, like the hours of research it caused her weren't that valuable. She told herself to just not think about it. To just accept it as something that she wasn't going to understand. Except the day that her dream finally changed brought her face to face with a wolf. A wolf that brought her a day full of aggravation, confusion, and a strange feeling she couldn't quite explain. ~~~ "Okay. So what- you're like a dog... person... wolf thing?" He bit his lower lip in what looked like an attempt to stop a laugh. "Sure. But personally, we call ourselves werewolves, though some may prefer lycans." "Were...wolf?" Another nod. "Yup, and judging by your reaction to all of this, I take it that you're unaware of the fact that you're one as well." My eyes went wide. No. His words alone should have been enough to end this conversation, should have been enough to send me back up those stairs without another word. Except my feet weren't moving, and neither was the rest of me, like some part of my body had already decided to hear him out before my brain had agreed to it. A werewolf... Me..? No, I would know. Surely I would know something like that about myself. A dream. This had to be a dream. Please, please let this be a dream. "I... No. I feel like that- this-," I gestured to him," Would have been something I'd be aware of by now!" "I'd have assumed so as well, but we can figure that part out later." his left eye returned to blue after a blink. "I'm just happy that I finally found you." That same warmth surged again, sharper this time. "Wh-why?" His mouth curved, exposing those too-sharp canines. "Because you and I are mates."