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[A Featured Wattpad Story // highest ranking: #8] He fell for her too soon. She fell for him too late. - Whereas you will only find their love through words only, for actions aren't told.

Seventeen-year-old Jeffrie Fortune is having a crappy winter break. First, there's the court hearing for beating up the guy that kissed her girlfriend a month prior. And then there's the whole issue of said girlfriend. But things quickly go from dramatic to dangerous when a stranger comes to town. Dressed in a top hat and donning a cane, the man with luminescent grey eyes is always wherever Jeffrie is. At the courthouse, outside her girlfriend's, and even at work. But when she finally demands he stop stalking her "like a creep," her crappy break is knocked on its ass. The man is Mr. Midnight, the Voice of Death. And he's here for her. However, Jeffrie soon learns Mr. Midnight isn't here for her soul. He's here to enlist her as a Death Agent - whatever the Hell that is. As she tries to not-so-politely refuse, Jeffrie discovers the ultimate truth: No one can deny Death forever.

this is how it starts ✨ "you're a walking cliche, did you know that?" "oh yeah, well you're...asian." "what?" "you know!" ✨ extended summary inside

❝-paint me like one of your french girls.❞ - where a bored college student interrupts an art class for the fun of it. [ @2seoks story idea ]

These two were a couple literally out of this world. Due to Earth's standardized society, they might just have to adjust to that weird standard for couples in order to fit in. It wasn't a simple task though, with how very different their planet's customs were. Starling is used to being the dominating, independent, aggressive and rebellious one. She's considered the "boy" of the relationship. On the other hand, Cosmic is prim, proper, sassy and eloquent. He's what they call the "girl" of the relationship. With the mission to find the last royal blood-line of their destroyed home planet, they must find a way to fit in society. Or, would it be better for them to fight against those standards? Before all of this were to happen though, they must patch up their seriously broken relationship and of course, fix a few other million problems that hurdle their way along the journey. 2015-present© stxrblight

A collection of short stories, some longer than others but each confined to their own chapters. I'm sure you'll find one that sparks interest.

With conflicting and pent-up emotions, 14 year old Mola writes letters in the middle of the night, hoping to make sense of it all and moreover hoping her mother will one day notice.

"c-can i buy you a drink?" "no, but you can buy me a triple cheese burger." - where an anxiety-suffering, shy boy meets a confident party chick.

ON HOLD Rowan Nyx liked to play with fire. She ran towards the fire so others wouldn't have to. That's just who she was. She would always put others before herself. Danger and risk was what she lived for and she couldn't imagine it any other way. Growing up in the glades she was always faced with danger. But she managed. She had a happy childhood and things seemed to be improving in Starling City's worst area. Until the 1% decided to give up on them. Everything spiraled out of control and the fires that Rowan was once fascinated and drawn to -- burned her beyond repair. But from the ashes the Phoenix rose. And Rowan would never shy away from the fire again. Rowan liked to play with fire But Barry was lightning. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Flash or Arrow; all rights go to CW and DC comics! I however own Rowan and all her separate plot lines and other original characters.

RUMPELSTILTSKIN RETELLING. "I challenge you to find my name, princess. Three tries." Light flickers beneath the recesses of his mask, the wooden fangs and shadowed eyes. "Think you can beat me?" *** A witch doctor, user of dark magic, terrorizes a local village, killing children and turning their blood to gold. But when he's threatened with execution, the Dukun throws out one final challenge. Whoever owns his name, owns his soul. The Dukun's all set to die, until one stubborn princess takes him up on his challenge. Her journey forces her under the looming threat of war and execution as she stays in the palace of the mysterious sultan across the sea, a man also desperately searching for answers. And when it comes to love, will she choose Zahra, the woman warrior who's sworn to protect her, or Harto, the handsome sultan with a gods-defying secret? In the battle between a witch doctor owned by the gods, a sultan marked by the gods, and a princess cursed by them. Who shall prevail? (UPDATES DAILY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #11 Mythology on July 28, 2018. #3 in Dark Fantasy on July 30, 2018. #17 in Elements on July 10, 2018. #49 in Diverse-Lit on May 9, 2018. #19 Epic Fantasy on May 27, 2018

This is the Emperor. I think. Alexandr. Queen Victoria's grandson, the foreign British power. I feel his blood beat, thin, beneath his paper skin, in those blue veins. Something amiss. Something that's too weak in the Russian snow, the turned earth. His hand is cold against my cheek, thumb winding through my coiled hair. "How can I thank you for saving my son's life?" He runs a thumb against my lower lip, waiting. Not pressing, just hoping with bated breath. The walls are thin. The walls whisper. I pull away with a cold smile. I catch my eyes in his gaze, the forbidding ice of my home. Of what the snow made me. The wild, black hair of a vědma. "Haven't you heard? I'm the devil, Alexandr. You don't want to bed me unless you wish to lose your soul." *** A parallel universe where Rasputin was born as Matryona Grigorievna Rasputina. There was real magic. And the tsar most certainly fell under her spell. When she falls, so too will St. Petersburg. *** DARK FANTASY (UPDATES WEEKLY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved.

"Do you take the dare?" A series of (short) interactions between personified genres. It's not as geeky as it sounds. "Yes." __________________________ Spinoff to "Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover!" Absolutely random, read at your own risk. Certain characters have bad habits of heavy cussing. Don't look at me-it's all them. Short chapters, random scenarios, all par for the course. #BreakStereotypes #DiverseLit #HelpFightCliches #JustBeYourself #lgbt #ProjectBeYOUtiful #SeizeTheLove #stoplabeling #StopDefiningMe #StopGenderRoles #talkthepoc #weareteenqueens ©2016, NevermoreNeverHere (Cover made by me. Pic not mine. Font is Sex Pistols, a dripping marker, and Hanging Letters.)

❝ 6 inch heels- she walked into the club like nobody's business. she murdered everybody and i was her witness ❞ inspired by beyoncé's "6 inch" [ undercase intended ]

TBPA summer edition gold medalist 2016. Alistair Flynn is a walking anxiety attack/accident waiting to happen. Ridden by nightmares and peer pressure of being the jock of the block, his life takes a confusing turn when a hazel-eyed boy invites himself in with no invitation. Having his nails manicured and dancing to Troye Sivan isn't the only thing confusing him anymore. The boy is the only one able to tame the beast inside Alistair's head.

In which a wolf learns why she was always unable to imprint until she meets Edward Cullen's last and more charming sister. [ eclipse - breaking dawn ] EXCHANGE - [ © 2017 | leia universe ]

tie-dye (tī′dī′) : the process of using colored dyes to make a white shirt funky fresh

The palace was a place of her dreams, but not because of the Emperor and promises of power. But her dream of becoming a songwriter that she nurtured from young, her father used it to teach her music. But as she is accepted, she becomes deeply embroiled in the turmoils of the inner court and the imperial court. Even if she wasn't a concubine or a part of the inner palace, but she finds herself deep in them. From the moment of her entry, she was meant to make a choice between who to support. Even if she herself does not want it. All of it was too much for her to bear, and she needs to come to a decision. Continue staying here and pursuing her dreams in this court of danger, or choose to leave and give up all hope of seeing it complete. Highest rank: #90 of historical fiction Note: this is set during the tang dynasty and I have no intention of basing it on any actual history. Also, this is a original work, not a translation of any work.