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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.

"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)

"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

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.

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.

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

The giant beneath the mountain has awakened after three centuries' slumber and devours some of my fathers' best men every morning. He will continue taking lives, one for every giant our ancient ruler killed to steal his land. But I know this ice giant, this jötunn, as Fell Hallvarðr. He came to me as a regular boy in dreams. He rumbles towards the citadel, tall as five men stacked shoulder on shoulder, I hold out a hand. "Fell Hallvarðr," I call out, ignoring the screams of horror from the warriors around me, "I place you under my royal protection, as the old ways of Cloelia Regina called upon. None of my people shall harm you so long as I live." The people cry out against me, but Fell falls to one knee, dropping me gently to the earth. "Then you shall live, little human-traitor." He replies, "in return for what?" "I shall become queen. And you shall fight for me." * Queen Cassia is a royal embarrassment. People snicker at her, knowing her lungs are too weak to draw breath, much less fight. Her parents fear she will not have the strength to undergo the ceremony to become queen, and that the royal line will have to be passed to an outsider. But all this is disrupted when the giant beneath the ice mountain, thought to be a myth, awakens and attack their city of Ymir. The rest of the cities along the Borealis are in rebellion against the main kingdom of Idriola, and Cassia aims to earn her birthright by uniting them all. * Prequel to "Legends of Rahasia Series" (Priestess for the Blind God, Princess for the Witch Doctor, Pirate for the Dead Goddess). This is the tale of how Cassia became Cassia Boadicea Regina of Idriola, the ruler of blood and ice. The fearsome matriarch of the North & conqueror-queen. (Inspired by Nordic myth). *** COPYRIGHT 2019 BY SW Fae. All Rights Reserved. #1 in Epic Fantasy on January 5, 2020 Highest Rank 3/12/21... #11 Nordic #18 projectwomanup #49 Unlimited (4/4/21) #5 stopgenderroles #37 epic fantasy

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 ]

[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.

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

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.

Coffee, secrets, and an unspoken connection. That was the extent of Ariel and Callum's relationship. Yet the world seemingly shattered before the two strangers' eyes from one undisclosed detail. Ariel's burning hatred for Christmas. As Ariel and Callum delve beyond her hatred to find what it's really aimed at, there's only one question on Callum's mind: can he save her from destroying herself, or is she willing to keep her bottled emotions intact and risk losing him forever?

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

"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

❝ 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 ]

❝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

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