"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

There is a tale told through Primordials about a being. A being older than Chaos. A being so old, that only Chaos has a sliver of a memory of him. A being that disappeared soon after Chaos formed. His name was Perseus. The Destroyer. The Beginning and the End. So old that he was not a Primordial. He was a Prota. A First. If I'm being completely honest, this fic has turned into mild crack because that is how I'm able to write fillers. If you don't like it, I don't blame you. And the art on the cover isn't mine, I just put words on it. Occasional updates because I'm bad at it

Alessa Rossi: She knows the true meaning of 'Elegance with Expense.' The consequences, the abandonment, the pain, and suffering, she had been through it all. Within her weakness, she found courage, persistently offering a brilliant bright light, pushing aside her wounded frame to help others. It was a favoured belief that the young teenager would deteriorate at such a young age, but that only strengthened her, the doubts, lies and abuse only made her stronger. Her fear was never apparent, with the exception of her brothers, her family scouting into her dark past...

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

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Sofia is a 17 years old high school student under the guardianship of her step-father. Several weeks after her mother's death Sofia discovers the horrible truth. It wasn't an accident, it was a murder. And she's living under the same roof with her mother's killer. Without any backup plan or money, Sofia escapes to Italy and slowly starts to unveil the mystery of her mother's past. She hopes she can find her biological family before Paul finds her. But will she succeed? Content warning: suicide attempt, self-harm.

America has it all: fame, friends, allies, a supportive family- everything a country could ever want; but, when America's past and guilty conscience catch up to him, America breaks both mentally and physically. As America's relationships, life, and country are crumbling before him, America is left to wonder: is this the end, or it is a whole new beginning? After all, some things are better left forgotten. Disclaimer! This story hints at and mentions themes of death, depression, war, and suicidal thoughts. If you are not okay with or sensitive to this type of content, please don't strain yourself to read my book!

I wouldn't call myself your typical 16-year-old high school girl. Some girls won't wear white because of their bra or scared their period might rear its ugly head. I can't wear white unless I want to showcase my artistically placed scars created and published by Picaso nut case. Some people are so shy they barely whisper a word while I now dub myself a mute. My view on life is somewhat of a personal theory... I believe that the world would be better off without school, without family, and without people. Wait, I have proof. I'm Sang Sorenson, and this is my story. Sang Sorenson has finally had enough of her family's abuse. She decides to run away for good after her father almost succeeded in torturing her to death. Moon Academy offers a second chance-a new beginning for Sang. All she needs to do is lay low and be her invisible, insignificant self. With a stalker on the lose and her past coming back with a vengeance, can 14 wonderful men protect her from not only the dangers of her world, but herself? *I do not own these beautiful characters by C.L Stone. This is my fanfic on how I think the story should go. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it!*

A/N: I do not own any of these characters or anything to do with marvel (although I wish I do) It's one of those wrong number books and I don't know what I'm doing Cover by Adèle Heroine on ArtStation