Brielle Yves is the new girl, except she's not actually new. She's been to Langston before, but only when she was a little girl hiding in the toilets at lunch because she didn't want to get bullied. Back then, she would let everything slide through her, hurting her feelings and making her feel bad about herself. But now, Brielle is back, and will not let anything slide past her. Grayson Valente, the popular boy. Who everyone sees as perfect, but really he's just boy with a broken heart trying to piece it back together- but it's easier said than done. No one knows the real Grayson, until Brielle comes along obviously. But can they fix each other? Can they find happiness within each other? The Elite Girls Series #1

[Completed] I may be a monster... But I am not evil. In the realm of Magika it is said that every Cape needs a Magician and every Magician a Cape. But Swordmaster Leandyr has chosen a different path -- one of sharp, tempered steel. After nearly two millennia of service to the crown of Abydon, he seeks fulfillment beyond what his position can give him. And so, the King grants him a boon. One Hiroh for his freedom. However, as doubt looms over the king's request, Leandyr finds himself questioning the crown's motives. And himself. Is he willing to betray his King for the sake of a Hiroh? Or betray a Hiroh for the sake of his freedom? Cover by @RadharaniBhattacarya

Rowan was just here to be a ghostwriter. Investigating a small town's folklore and its connection to a real life murder wasn't part of his contract. ***** Rowan Underwood promised himself he'd do one last gig as a ghostwriter, tired of hearing everyone say how good of an opportunity it is. Bags packed, he moves to a small town in Nova Scotia, hands full of mythology and folklore books to write the work of a lifetime, and even has the help of Isla Guerreiro, small and fierce. When the myths become reality, when he's not entirely sure reality is what it appears to be, Rowan must do everything in his power to find out the truth about a murder before his name cannot be cleared any longer. [[WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]] [[WATTYS 2019 WINNER]] Content warnings: This story contains some scenes of violent nature. © 2017 caterina george // all rights reserved

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

Ash Fault, a fifteen year old, trouble maker. His mother died of cancer, father abusive ever sense, gave up on the world. Eight years after his mother passed, he was through with it. The abuse, the pain, the glares, he was done. He attempted suicide to evade his stepfather, only to be admitted into a hospital a few minutes after. Later put into an unqualified foster home. He didn't want anyone, attachments meant commitment, and commitment was something he feared more than anything. He lived by that rule... nothing and nobody could change it... until Mr. and Mrs. Talon saved his life and he met a girl he could only dream of. 41, 051 words #1 in abusivefather •2020• #1 in fosterkid •2020• #47 in teenageromance •2021•

Ashley Martin has been through more grief than a person experiences in their entire life and carries baggage that no kid should ever entail. Tyler Miller is the school's scandalous bad boy who acts on impulse, blinded rage and will single-handedly destroy anybody who stands in his way. Then all of a sudden, they're thrown together and despite their destructive past, they're forced to overcome their differences. It's time for Ashley to stop running away from his death glares, blank stares and that spine-chilling scowl that reminds her just how little he cares. Driven by a whirlwind of secrets, a class assignment and midnight walks into the past, things should start working out. But then fate kicks in; hard-hitting and soul-crushing. It's a fight-or-flight situation, a reincarnation of her past, a chance for him to right the wrongs he did by her. A second chance is like giving someone an extra bullet for their gun after they missed you the first time round. So here's Tyler's gun. Here's Ashley's heart. And here's to their second chance, however hopeless it may seem.

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction and #5 in Romance || Melody Carson has been in the same class as Tyson McCannon since primary school. She's watched him play with girls, set the school on fire, skip classes, prank teachers, smoke behind the school, break the law, get into fights with other guys for fun and even watched him get suspended for three weeks. He always ruins everything and never does what he is told. Melody has hated him since the day he set foot in her school and luckily he has never noticed her. That is, until now. Tyson has set his eyes on Melody and won't stop until he gets what he wants. And he wants her. *-*-* Note: It is cliché at first but it gets better. [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

***WARNING*** ----SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT----- My name is Laylie Francis Volevoy, and this is the story of my before. Family. Betrayal. Lust. Love. Money. Power. Death. This game only ends with me finding the truth. His stare full of lust and desire. His scent intoxicating. I needed him. And he needed me. We craved one another, yet we knew in this world death was just around the corner. ********************* I gently place my hand on her upper arm, "the slightest touch and already I can tell" I say in a hushed voice in her neck. "Tell what?" She says low and soft. Her breathing has hitched. I inhale her intoxicating scent, and place a small kiss on her neck. "How much you want me." I gently squeeze her arm,"how much you need me as much as I need you," her chest rises up and down trying to control herself. I raise my eyes from her neck to the mirror and see her cheeks flushed. Her nipples are protruding through the white shirt and are clearly visible. I lick my lips, and see her staring at me. Her body needs me. I place both my hands on both her arms and slowly bring them down.