Tuesday lives with her aunt after the death of her mother in a car accident following remission from cancer. Angry at the world, she rebels against her guardian, her education and her nervous peers, and it isn't until she meets Max (with his own burdens to bear) that she begins to learn how to navigate the tumultuous waters of college, friendship and love once more. ★ WATTYS 2019 WINNER: Young Adult ★ ★ 3 TIMES FEATURED: Homepage banner & Wattpad Picks, Editors' Choice x2 ★ ★ 1ST PLACE TEEN FICTION: The Constellation Awards 2018 ★ ★ 2ND PLACE GEN FICTION: The Rising Star Awards 2018 ★ ★ 2ND PLACE TEEN FICTION: The Annual Medley Awards 2018 ★

I was born from a campfire story. Well it started as a campfire story. First I was some run of the mill slasher. Some kid spun a tale about an ex-green beret who was never the same after 'the war' and fled to 'this very lake', after massacring a bunch of coeds after their fireworks gave me flashbacks. That tale got passed around for a few years, and a few more camps with their very own, 'this very lake' and soon I wasn't a campfire story any more. So many people had heard about me and I became a rumor. That many lips, and that many recollections of a tale from however many summers ago tend to put certain spins on a rumor. Wasn't long before a simple soldier with ptsd became something a bit more. Why, wasn't there a article about a vet whose chopper was shot down behind enemy lines? Oh! You mean the one who had to eat the enemies he killed so he wouldn't starve? No. No. You guys heard it wrong. He was a pow. That's the guy who killed every charlie in his prison camp with a single knife. Heard that blade claimed more than x-hundred men! They said this special ops... and so on. Well stories that stop being told stop being around, sometimes the worse fate is when your story does too much changing and a story stops being itself. If I wanna stick around for a bit I gotta keep being on people's minds. Two ways to go about doing that, getting bloody or getting work so.... Got any jobs for an ol' wives' tale?

Lucky Baylone is a crook. Lucky Baylone is a killer. Lucky Baylone is an Outcast. Lucky Baylone is a scumbag. Non-human wolf Lucky Baylone is the scourge of the sleepless city, Yoria. A cold hitman with few scruples, and less friends. But Lucky wasn't born this way; he was made. His father, Deadpaw, the merciless Alpha of Yoria's most powerful Pack, hammered his son into weapon using cruelty as his forge. But his methods were too effective, Lucky's bloodline too strong. It wasn't long before Deadpaw began to fear his own creation. Ostracized by the Pack Lucky begins to feel hunted. His enemies outnumber the stars, and the walls are quickly closing in. Out of places to turn Lucky's world begins to crumble as old enemies become new friends, meddling gods turn into roommates, and he is forced to decide if living is worth betraying everything he once stood for. Lucky Baylone is a crook. Lucky Baylone is a killer. Lucky Baylone is an Outcast. Lucky Baylone is a scumbag. Lucky Baylone is many things but... Lucky Baylone is not lucky. .... Wrote this a long time ago. Finished but I will be editing. Lots of misspelled words.

Following the lives of three teens all being forced to face their biggest fears, it seems like none of them will ever learn to overcome it. Walter's mom won't come back from the dead, Maya will never look perfect, And Micah will eventually have to grow up. Who new that Daisy Blanc was the biggest catalyst and only cure to their problems?