Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

Two college students, Christian Reinhardt and Revelin Lesage find their lives upended when they witness the rape and murder of a fellow classmate. When the police refuse to continue their investigation due to the nature of their suspect, Revelin takes the moral degradation of his city into his own hands. Now Featured! Highest Rating: #1 Mystery; #15 Nonteen Fiction A Watty Awards 2013 Finalist in "Mystery/Thriller On the Rise."

Can a natural killer learn to be human again? Regan's unique talent for murder makes her a perfect assassin. After a lethal encounter leaves her broken body washed up on a beach, she finds herself adopted by a group of teenage bodyguards. She doesn't intend to stay for long, but soon Regan finds herself faced with a choice: become a hero or stay a villain? *** The boy played with the flat brim of the cap in his hands and looked around the room. He sat back in his chair, trying to look casual, but the heel of his hi-top sneaker drummed rapidly on the concrete floor. Regan sat opposite him with her legs crossed and her hands folded on her tartan skirt. She watched him without a word and brushed a strand of blue-dyed hair behind her ear. Somehow this seemed to unsettle him more. 'Calm down,' she said. 'It's just murder.' *** Author's Note: Darkness Girl: Trickster God is represented by Louise Fury from The Bent Agency. P.S. The epic cover was made by Paul Kopetko (you can stalk him at paulkopetko.com). Enjoy!

(1) Missed Call at 3:33 AM ------------------------------------- Copyright © HatOfChbosky ™ 2015 Highest Ranking Reached: #1 on Short Story Wattpad TNT Ka-Tropa Favorite Award 2015 Winner! Wattys 2015 Winner! ------------------------------------ [truly AMAZING cover by: @pennyxpen]

Voici une series de courtes entrées qui décrit la souffrance d'une femme qui essaye d'avoir un enfant. Ceci est un projet qui est relié au Mythe de Sisyphe, enfin, c'est mon interpretation. Le Mythe de Sisyphe etant l'histoire d'un dieu, punit par Zeus, et destiné a jamais de remonter un rocher en haut d'une colline, mais desormais n'y arrive jamais car le rocher, a chaque fois, redescend.

"It's not my fault that dog food is only supposed to be eaten by dogs..." "You can't blame me for actually heating up an egg in the oven to see if it hatches..." "Can you stop staring at me like that? It's not like I did it on purpose..." "C'mon, you can't blame me for trying to figure out where the air vent actually leads to..." "It's not my fault that I used food-coloring as hair-dye, I wanted to dye my hair..." "...I'm just naturally random." And, that's what lands her in awkward situations. Her random ways aren't going to end anytime soon. But, with a goal to get a guy friend? Something's bound to get messy. Let the hunt for friends begin. Cover by Inferius_

A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depressed loner Lolita Abri - and falls headfirst into love. Throughout the course of one school year, they unravel each other and their sadness, setting apart their differences and realizing that sometimes love isn't enough - and sometimes it just might be. [FIRST DRAFT] Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXTbhopy9ts © All Rights Reserved. Teen Fic #7 A Wattpad Featured story

Compton changed everything. In Riverdale, I used to be able to walk outside at night without having to worry about anything happening to me. I could walk outside in broad daylight and wouldn't have to worry about drive-by's. I used to be able to come home and be able to rely on a homemade meal made by mother-and my father sitting on the couch with her. But now, everything's changed. My dad dipped out on me and my mom, my mom and I are struggling to make ends meet, and I'm in these streets. Never would I imagined that myself, Egypt, would be out on the streets selling drugs to support myself. But if it helps me support me and my mother, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Now I have responsibilities that I would've never expected, and people depend on me more than ever before. © all rights reserved // livythecreator

COMPLETED "I exist. I know I must, because it hurts." She wakes up in a small, white room. She remembers nothing. If you can't remember, and you can't ask, how can you know who you are?

Prohibition hangs over New York like a nauseating smog. Most partygoers escape its presence by getting lost in speakeasies set up around corners of the streets, in basements, attics, etcetera. The more desperate—young or old, rich or poor—flock to the speakeasies run by demons. Their liquor holds more than just alcohol, it contains a dangerous power that causes the drinker to become lost within their own mind, living out their fantasies—if only for the night. Robert Hermann is part of a group of men that are supposed to bust these demonic "Dreamwhisps". However, after a fatal incident, he finds himself working for one of them. Now he must obey every order, every job that the powerful and charming Mr. Russell gives him. Failure to do so could lead him on a train to Hell; both physically and mentally.