[18 + COMPLETED] Three men, two centuries, one house. S U M M E R 2 0 2 1 Rosecrest Manor has been in Asher's family for generations, but he's done dealing with the headache of a property. He just needs to get his soon-to-be ex-wife on board with the plan to sell the place. So Asher takes her there, intent on saying goodbye to the country mansion. But they soon get lost in a rabbit hole of writings by a nineteenth-century woman, Lady Whitley. And as they spend the day reading, Asher realizes that it is harder to let go of history than he thought. S U M M E R 1 8 6 8 Simon Pearce has been looking forward to Lord and Lady Trotten's summer house party for months. His only interest in the event is that Lady Whitley Ash will be in attendance, and he is determined to make her his. Unfortunately for him, however, Lady Whitley is an avid writer who only wants to get close to Simon's mother-the renowned gossip columnist, Madame Mischief. Not only that, but Lady Whitley keeps confusing Simon with his scheming, identical brother. Sawyer Pearce has most certainly not been looking forward to this ridiculous house party. He has no interest in affairs of the heart or large gatherings of people. But forced to attend, he devotes his summer to helping Simon woo the lady of his dreams. And he's also found the right partner to help him with it: Lady Whitley's sister, the equally unromantic and daring adventuress, Lady Blair Ash. But Sawyer is soon damned to admit that he might like his partner just a little too much. In the sizzling heat of summer, will either twin brother come out unscorched by the Ash sisters?

Two people, once best friends, writing to each other from their current lives. That is because Charlie's mom suggests it to her daughter. Charlie lives in a 'perfect world' but that's just what it looks like, in reality she struggles accepting herself and she thinks that she only has flaws. Skye, on the other hand, is happy with herself but her life is far from perfect, her parents don't seem to want her, abusing her almost every day. Will their friendship blossom again? Will writing letters to each other change their lives for the better... or for the worse?

The Kingdom of Illea welcomes you to the recurring tradition of the Selection in which thirty-five lucky girls aged eighteen to twenty-three are given the opportunity to be swept off their feet in the fight for their lives. The fight for his heart. She just wanted a change of lifestyle, a distraction to keep herself away from a life she never wanted, a life she wished to change, and somehow, she got the chance. One of thirty-five. A chance she'll never get again. But you see, it's not the crown she wants, it's the man she's come to realize she needs to live. He had become her oxygen. But which Prince? The one she met in her lowly kingdom of fives escaping from the palace, disturbing her late at night, or the rightful heir to the throne, the one she's supposedly fighting for. Every fairytale starts with luck, something that could disappear anytime. THIS IS A FANFICTION. THE SELECTION - ✓ THE ELITE - ✓ THE QUEEN OF NONE - coming soon

Because some of us fail at love. | WATTPAD PICKS 3/2/18 |

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.