Secret passages. Elaborate riddles. Billions at stake. Well, Y/n Glenmore Hawthorne was an odd girl, she was already a assumed to be rather odd just because of her Hawthorne blood, and they where absolutely right. Well, Y/n was ready for the reading of her grandfathers will, when all the sudden this mystery girl shows up and inherits everything. Y/n is the youngest out of her family being only 14, but will she be able to solve the mystery's that lie ahead of her. ❗️I do not own The Inheritance Games ❗️

I swear TO GOD that a lot of writing tips on here SUCK and are so biased. So here I am. A tender fluid lesbian with autism and varying mental illnesses here to help. I literally have a special interest in this sh/t.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

{Sequel to That Emo Kid} Senior year You moved away from Mystreet to focus on studies. You left your best friend (and past lover), Zane, behind to pursue your career. (Still keeping in touch of course) Once you finished college, you decided it would be high time to visit him. But he never answered your calls. Finally you gave up, your mother had gotten you and your college friends tickets to Love Love Paradise, the place where dreams come true, to get your mind off him. But you find a lot more waiting for you there... Completed as of September 16th, 2016 * I do not condone the actions of Aphmau. I wrote this when I was 15. This is a heavily edited and AU version of her characters. I don't support her anymore and I'm only keeping these books up for the readers I accumulated over years.