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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

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

"I'm not star-crossed. Not unless you cross me." Ro is a Montague who killed her father to inherit the drug-running business and their considerable stash of bio-tech. Jules is the heir to the Capulet Casino and the single rose of the blood-stained, rotting streets of New Verona who wants to escape their captive world. But will the rose smell as sweet if Ro steals them away? *** Two crime lords, both alike in villainy, In New Verona, where we lay our scene, From older murder leads to new misery, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From the delinquencies of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd felons take their fight; Whose misadventured bio-tech overthrows Do with much death bury their parents' might. Let the tech war into brothels, casinos, and fatal masquerades, And in the shadows of the city's cruel rage, Aside from their vendetta's end, nothing could remove, Turn now your consciences from this page; The which if you, with patient eyes attend, The past is gone, this dark future we must end.

"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.

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.

❝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

"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.)

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.

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.

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

"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

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?

❝ 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 ]

"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