WINNER OF WATTPAD STUDIO'S PITCH-TO-OPTION CONTEST!!! Millions believe she's a murderer. One man believes she's innocent. The Internet would see her hang for a crime she didn't commit, but Tam Martin isn't going down without a fight... When Tam, the assistant of a popular social media influencer is pinned for the influencer's murder, the seemingly unscrupulous man who'd made her work life hell is the only one willing to help prove her innocence. With fans, stans, cops, and criminals out for blood, proving Tam's innocence may also prove her demise.

Duchess Andreya Marivatan was murdered at the age of twenty-two. It was during the hours the pool of night was deepest, Andreya soundlessly asleep in silk sheets behind the curtains of her elegant canopy bed. By the time she awoke to a noise, the deed had already been done and her sheets dripped with a deep vermillion stain. That was the first time Andreya met death, and it would not be the last. The death that knew everyone did not know Andreya - not even so much as her name - and because of it Andreya could not die. So she survived and forgot, the stains on her bedsheets becoming naught but a dream. It took many years for Andreya to realize she had not grown a day older since she had died, however, and that in a society where status is dictated by age, it would not be long before she had visitors on her doorstep asking questions she did not know how to answer. The reason behind her youthful features. The explanation behind her lack of scars. Andreya Marivatan was an impossible woman who wanted nothing more than to have died the night she was killed, and Andreya Marivatan was determined to get her wish. ❉ ❉ ❉ - First draft: COMPLETE & EDITING (all suggestions welcome :>) - Shortlister in the Open Novella Contest 2021: prompts 22, 57, 62, 66, 71, and 87. Main prompt 66. - Featured Ambassador's pick: @WattpadDarkFantasy "Dark Desires" list - Highest ranking: 64 in #darkfantasy, 4/26/2021 - 1st place in Historical Fiction, Coral Awards 2021

After being stripped of his title as a God and turned into a demon in the presence of his brother, Yuri was banished to earth to live amongst the humans whom he hates. 200 years later, a young girl shows up at his doorstep holding both his life and death in her hands whilst not having any idea of the power in which she possesses. __________________________________________ An exiled God, seeking revenge on the Gods. A human girl, devoted to the Gods. And their "accidental" marriage. Put Adrian Vandermir of 'Fatal Alliances' and Vitaly Rostov of 'Damned' together, with a dash of unearthliness and what do you get? Excerpt. The scent of smoke tickled through my nostrils. I coughed and twisted, feeling cold and damp. My heavy eyelids peeled itself open tiredly. My heart stopped at the image before me. The snow haired man sat before me, observing me in my sleep, while smoking a pipe nonchalantly. A flush of blushed panic shocked through my body. "You creep!" I shrieked, threw a pillow at him, and missed in reflex. I was mortified. Did he really sit there watching me sleep while my clothing thinned upon my body due to the rain? What a perv. Unbothered, he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "What is a perv and why are you screaming?" I blinked. How did he...? "You are quite an ugly creature, I must admit." He continued. Did he just call me ugly? My eye twitched. The nerve of this guy. "Oh, says the one who's trying to observe and take advantage of the poor helplessly soaked sleeping lady on your sofa." He frowned in confusion, "I do not see any lady, only a filthy little rug rat perched with drool from her mouth staining my sofa." He stood and turned, "However, if it makes you feel any better, you do not have much for me to observe in order to 'take advantage' of." ...

In Hajinn, singing isn't just forbidden: it's well known that it drives people mad. When Rajheem, a boy who loves music above all else, is plucked from his lowly existence to become the personal minstrel to Raja Helen, Third Seat of Hajinn, he is overwhelmingly grateful. As a foreigner, she holds none of the Hajinni superstitions toward music. What Rajheem initially considers a stroke of luck begins to seem like part of a frightening plan. There are Fair Folk in Helen's palace, creatures who walk the line between the world of the living and the world of the dead. They steal children away from their homes in the night, never to be seen again. As the people of Hajinn grow increasingly uneasy with their ruler’s inability to rid them of this infestation, a rumor begins that the Fair Folk were sent from the country to the east. At the same time, Rajheem realizes his singing talents go far beyond the power to create music. He can freeze people in their tracks, invoke fear in the hearts of his enemies, and even bend the fabric of reality itself. This gift embroils Rajheem in Helen's plot to usurp rule of Hajinn. As Rajheem struggles to control his newfound abilities and discover the reason his people abhor music, Helen orchestrates her plans to veer Hajinn toward war with a country it has been at peace with for hundreds of years.

|| WATTPAD FEATURED STORY || || WATTY'S 2018 SHORTLISTED || Zora was only a little girl when her mother raked out her left eye. A mauled princess, she is alive only because of her political marriage potential. In a world where misogyny reigns, there is little she can do about her situation. When Zora comes of age, she decides to take matters into her own hands, and plots the murders of her father and his proclaimed heir. Jurauk likes to eat people. His favorite part is the neck. Sadly, humans are getting a little scarce. Being the second heir of the mythical race of Nefari, it's his job to find the tastiest morsel and bring it back home on a silver platter. His only problem? His intended prey is willing to put up a hell of a battle. Start: 11/1/17 End: TBC highest: #71 in fantasy #1 in The FaeFolk's November 2017 Book of the Month cover by me

{a wattpad featured story-- 6/29/18 -- 7/20/18} an HTBC book of the month for November 2018 cover by the talented ellis ( @rubyruins ) ❝the night has a thousand eyes, and the moon knows all your secrets.❞ --in which a young woman bravely defies the odds by regaling the sultan of her kingdom with stories spun of gold and gossamer and perfumed with roses, yet finds herself falling into the beast's claws because of it. (full summary inside) #TheCosmicAwards2019

Set in the medieval times of dragons and magic, four kingdoms in diversities war against one another and against treacherous beasts to secure more land, wealth and fame. But when the forthcoming threat of the Omega, the Titan of all aberrations, reach the ears of all kings and subject, they have to put aside all differences and join forces together to survive the wave of extinction. ★★★ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are purely the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Started: Sunday, 4th August, 2019. Status: Ongoing. . .

In the hearts of dreamers, lament will always linger. Sadness can bloom into the brightest, lambent shades, like the rain giving way to the phantom of a rainbow, like the promise of hope. But sorrow may also wind down a darker, colder path. Our hearts struggle to find our way back, but our footprints have faded into the snow. Tales: [1] snow bees [2] moonlight orange [3] don't find me [4] her glass castle

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything... her reputation, her home, and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded... Only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before she died. Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of those around her. This time she won't trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she'll have the power and the money to protect herself. Lenora has already lost everything once. She's not going to lose again. No matter what the cost. (Cover submitted by @QueenHelmer)