The Canterville Ghost

'The tear of the butterfly had long buried in her heart, waiting to bloom.' Katya Hawthorne, the martyr of the Hawthorne family, will rewrite history if it means protecting her younger cousins. It is her duty, her desire, her sole reason for breathing. Marrying Theo for this should have been as easy as keeping her composure. Theo Hawthorne, the saviour of the Hawthorne family, will defend his family till his last breath. As the eldest, he knows his duty. Marrying Katya was as easy as commanding his company-a blessing. But blessings could easily turn into curses. And the flutter of a butterfly's wings could easily spiral into a storm. - A story that delves into the labyrinth of the heart and mind, where lines between duty and sacrifice blur, where love is as reachable as infinity. After all, the tragedy of humans is the innate ability to feel, even if it destroys them. - [Book 1 of the House of Butterflies series | Spin off to TO KILL AN ANGEL]

When people visit you every single day, it's hard to get lonely. Unless you're a ghost. Actual it gets quite annoying. In fact it's heart breaking when the people you used to love the most look straight through you. It's even worse when they blame you for their broken heart. Because they have no idea I'm dead. Trigger Warning: Contains slightly mature themes (violent and sexual) and swearing. Nothing too detailed but briefly mentioned. Completed on February 18th 2018

(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death) Dear Reader, Let's start at the beginning shall we? I died. Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress. If only I was that lucky. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away... And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older. I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated. The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter. This comes with consequences of course. Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary. Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky. Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes. Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you. Death is close. Forever and always, Faith Williams ************ DIMBFF FAN CLUB ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1605057011183.80718.1378871754&type=1#!/groups/308207282529485/ **** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

Before you begin this story, I must warn you first. This is not a tale of dashing knights and lovely damsels awaiting rescue. It is not the tale of happy endings, with birdsong and rides into the sunset. It is a tale of light magic and dark, of dragons and monsters, of heroes and villains and the thin line between them. This is the tale of being broken, being made stronger, and then being broken again. This is a story of love of heartbreak so great if feels like your chest has been hollowed out and scraped clean, like you would never feel anything else ever again, and of love so powerful it can make even the gods tremble. This is not a happy story, but it is our story, and it is the only one I know how to tell. ********************** FORSAKEN is the first tale in the Saga of Darkness, following six brothers and sisters who have been named the Chosen of the Gods, destined to fight a great darkness that threatens their world. But evil wears many faces, and it will take the efforts of all- Kryssa, Brannyn, Lanya, Kylee, Alyxen, and Reyce- to survive the harrowing trials to come. ********************** FORSAKEN is a completed novel, being posted as a serial. Books Two through Five in the Saga of Darkness are also complete. Chapters posted every Monday and Friday.

A collection of stories based of my dreams and nightmares. Recently I've been having vivid dreams and nightmares that seems recurring or just memorable. Either caused by my anxiety or troubles that I don't acknowledge. People always say that there's meaning behind dreams and I'm here to figure out what it means or just to share an interesting tale. Some people have wacky dreams but for some reason mine seems to be pretty creative and straight forward that's good enough to write a story for. That's what I use my dreams and nightmares for, inspiration. Hopefully you guys enjoy these short and easy to digest stories. Cover Art by @goomimg on IG If you guys ever want an art commissioned, I highly suggest you check her out.

When mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear readers, thank you very much for reading my works. I appreciate your time and willingness to read my works.☺ Reaching 1K views was like a dream come true and thanks to you guys. A single view, comment and vote of yours make my day. It means a lot. Please guys, vote and comment on my works. A single tap and thoughts of yours can brighten up my day.☺ Please do vote, comment and follow my account. Thank you A huge thanks to @scarla_scorpion for the wonderful cover.

He'd gone beyond his player ways for her. She'd grown beyond her traumatic past for him. Together, their love was beyond. Until one fatal accident. __________ When she loses the love of her life in a car crash, Althea has nothing left in California. So mourning and broken, she follows Asher's last wish: moving to New York and realizing her dream of becoming a fashion designer. But what happens when, three years later, she comes back home to get closure before getting promoted and married, and she finds her late boyfriend very much alive and paralyzed in a wheelchair? Asher would have never expected to see Althea again in his lifetime. He gave up on her, with his hope of walking again, long ago. And yet, here she is, the woman who's always had the power to shake his certainties, standing in front of him and bringing more than his heart out of numbness. With her, the half-man he's been for the past three years could be whole again and finally touch hope. If his pride doesn't stand in the way. If she lets her guard down again, because he isn't the only one who got wounded in this accident, and the ring on her finger isn't the only thing that has changed about the colorful girl he knew. Can their love go beyond lies, disability, ghosts of the past, new engagements, and all the opposite forces tearing them apart? __________ Featured in Wattpad Romance Head Over Heels' reading list in November 2023.

The narrative has given them another chance, a new page to rewrite their story. A new timeline. A new chance. Is history bound to repeat itself? - 'The blood of the butterfly had laced into her veins, burning into a longing, a yearning as ancient as time itself.' Katya Hawthorne doesn't know how to love. Duty, sacrifice, martyrdom--that is her destiny. Her frozen heart only knows her younger cousins, nothing and no one else, not even herself. But now they aren't here, and she is forced to confront the truths lying beneath the ice. Theo Hawthorne only knows how to be a chairman and the eldest Hawthorne cousin. Ruthless, powerful, warm to his younger cousins--that is all he is. Without their younger cousins, with only her, he must face the truest desires of his heart. He must face what it means to truly feel, what his ruthlessness will become when flooded with a love the likes of which his soul has never felt. But in the pursuit of rewriting history, they risked repeating it with their own two hands. And the flutter of a butterfly's wings could easily whirl into faithless devotion. - [Book 2 of the House of Butterflies series]