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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.

"fate breathed her last breath as destiny rose to take the throne." great stories told in a few words. ** this story is completely written in lowercase, so please don't bother me about grammer. i know how to write. the lowercase in this book is intended. if you still feel bothered, the exit door is to your left. bai. #883 in short story Copyright2015 by @tinymacee

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

"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.)

Infinity of Love. Not as deep as the ocean but as deep as a knife could pierce through your heart. * A Wattpad romance competition hosted by @Romance for the #loveshot

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.

hate is such a weak word. i abhor him. - where an optimistic fluff ball accidentally snapchats a pessimistic bar tender.

"Only the Strong Survive Boxing Academy" ~~~ Laelia is not one for words. With uncontrollable anger, her fists are almost always the ones to do the talking. But when her fists are finally able to get her into too much trouble, off she goes to a disciplinary school. Boxing Academy. An academy for those who don't mind breaking the rules. Hot prodigy Major West has had a lifetime of strict rules and military living. Not wanting to commit to a military school, Major took the easy way and fought his way to the top of Boxing Academy. But in his final year, reining as the #1 boxing champion isn't on his mind. And Laelia likes a challenge, especially one who has a figure that looks like its been carved from stone and a voice as deep and mellow as a daring strong bowed orchestra. Music to her ears. ｡o°✥✤✣ 　　 ✣✤✥°o｡ Started - April 2016 Ended - N/A #420 in Teen Fiction 4/15/16 #1 in likeagirl 4/3/19 #86 in boxing 8/5/19

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.

"Farzaneh..." I pull her to me, flinching when my sleeve rolls back, her eyes drawn to the markings. On my bare skin's a map revealing a different tattoo, one for every person I killed. I hate looking at the running tally of tattoos on my body. It reminds me of how many I've murdered. Reminds me I'm a human with a death goddess. My hakama, the color blue, blends into the folds of the red cloak around her, the effect like fire and ice. I bat my lashes, flex my muscles, all wiry from climbing the rigging when I get bored. "I'm just a boy." The look on her face is cruel. It reminds me why those chains are on her wrists. We're both cursed. Dark fantasy PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN with an LGBT+-ensemble *** Trans Captain Lucky Dice's enemies know him as a gambler, playing a game with a cursed set of dice that kills the losers instantly. The only person unaffected is Lucky, who's said to have sold his soul to the Rahasian goddess of death to get the dice to kill everyone but himself. But now, on his eighteenth birthday, the goddess of death calls on him to return the favor. The Divine princess, Kaliya, is trapped in the body of an all-devouring serpent, cursed by the Witch Goddess, the Matriarch of Truth, to weaken and murder her own godly parents. The gods are dying. And the world is truly ending if a pirate, a cursed witch, a vengeful warrior, and a con artist have to save it. (UPDATES DAILY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved. HIGHEST RANKING: #245 in Fantasy on April 21, 2018. #31 Mythology on May 27, 2018. #59 Gender Fluid Sub-Category on May 8, 2018. #22 in Journey on May 27, 2018. *** COVER CREDIT: PrinceOfRedroses and Rinmaru (further details inside)

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 ]

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.

❝Don't steal my money, steal my heart.❞ ++++ Remi Greggs isn't rich. Ever since her mother left, she and her dad (okay fine, maybe not her dad) have made the best of her life, even if they do have take-out most of the week, and a lot of stolen wallets. Her pick-pocketing skills get her a meal everyday, but choosing the wrong person to steal from just might land her in the biggest dilemma of her life. All Rights Reserved © 2016 grammatically

"Don't fall for someone who deals in the dead..." When they aren't in their garden, Stace runs a boxing gym in Axidental College in NYC. They have a pet bee. A tattoo of vines snaking up their arms. And they always wanted to be Poison Ivy growing up. Stace's life is otherwise normal, pursuing botany and boxing (the two Bs), but the third B is for boring. Uneventful. And that's just how they like it. Enter Jason Sweeney, a new boxing student with a heavy weight on his shoulders. He works tirelessly to avoid questions about his past. His prosthetic arm goes invisible in certain lighting. And at night, his eyes seem to glow. Jason Sweeney, Stace learns, can commune with the dead. Trouble is, is Stace ready to enter the Underworld? And will they fall for those secretive, glowing eyes? ** COPYRIGHT 2022 BY SW Fae. All Rights Reserved.

maybe the ice cream won't be the only thing that's melting this summer.

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.