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Broken and Bound "She was sent away to be hidden. Instead, she became his ultimate temptation." One cruel lie shattered Daniela's innocence and left her carrying a secret that ruined her life. As punishment for her mistakes, she is banished to a strict new world of rigid rules and old-school traditions under her grandmother's watchful eye. Daniela expected a prison of shame. She never expected Caleb. As a wealthy heir, Caleb is suffocating in a high-society world that isn't his choosing. Trapped by his dictator mother's command to marry a spoiled, entitled heiress, Caleb wants nothing more than to hide from the world-until he finds a quiet, mysterious girl standing in his kitchen. Daniela is running from a broken past, and Caleb's elite family warns him that she is completely beneath them. But she is the only thing that centers his chaotic world. He is the flame, and she is the moth-and Caleb is more than ready to let the whole world burn before he lets them pull her away.

When a war breaks out in the land of the fairies, the natural course of the world's seasons are thrown off, sending everyone into an enduring summer. When the influence of the battling goes so far as to affect humanity, Mother Nature knows interference must occur. Only one being can save the most wonderful time of the year, and that certain someone happens to be known best as Frost. [ #JustWriteIt | #HolidayChaos ]

Liars. Phonies. Hypocrites. Deidre Hames is determined not to fall into any of your stupid categorical stereotypes. Faced with very real hypocritical parents and a new high school hierarchy of backstabbers, you'd think Deidre would pull her shit together. Rather, she's fallen for a girl. When Fate throws shit at you, you throw it right back, ladies and gentlemen. And when you're dealing with Deidre, you're dealing with snark, anger, plenty of bad opinions and a very big mouth. It looks like we've got an impending shitfest. Oh well. Life wouldn't interesting without throwing some shit at the fan, right? ~.:|:.~ #BreakStereotypes #FreeTheLGBT #ProjectBreakFree [Self-made cover]

In the year 2019, an immortal warrior named Ashlyn Macleod, born into the clan Macleod in 1532, prepares for a new gathering, where the stroke of a sword and the fall of a head will realease the power of the Quickening, in the end... there can be only one! Rated PG-13: For Sequences of Strong Fantasy Action and Violence, Brief Strong Language, Partial Nudity, Sensuality and Disturbing Images

"Cold hearted. Of course I am. Ruthless. You figured it out. Arrogant. Till the end. Dominique. That's my name." Dominique Antré. That is his name. Born in Paris and now the C.E.O of Antré enterprises in France. He is cold, malicious, and uncaring. But in the late August's Friday ,on a cold stormy night, a woman collapses before him on the pavements of the city, he takes her to his home to look after her. With just one glance, Dominique has already set his target. This is Dominique's Quest. Copyright All Rights Reserved. "you need to find the one you're going to spend the rest of your life with, for if I didn't find you, I would have regretted the decision of becoming a loner for the rest of my life" ~Dominique Antré

❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

"The Moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it." --- Acacia Yung-Cooper is a disgruntled, divorced 41-year-old woman whose life was turned upside down fourteen years ago by the loss of her daughter. That's when Odysseus, the girl who never grows up, flies into her life and promises her an adventure she'll never forget . . . ------ All drawings belong to me, but I don't own any of the photographs Cover by @xlovetolivex

#NaNoWriMo 2016 Book One in the Tales from the Filii Aurea Series IN THE BEGINNING, they say, the Aetherei Matrem fell in love with a Celestial Being, and produced a line of children like none other, each with their own special abilities, and each with ichor flowing through their veins. They were her Filii Aurea, her Golden Children, and they were to inherit the earth. A couple centuries down the line, and the Filii Aurea are struggling to stay alive. With the great Aurean war and Aziel Aro committing perpetual genocide, they're desperate to save their race. Avani Sai and Nuri Bachmann need to find the last remaining descendent of the great Milo Aro, and possibly the last cursed Child, and defeat Aziel Aro. That might not be their biggest concern, however. A charming stranger from the Sovereign Capital and a dark force lurking in the streets seem to pose a bigger threat than perpetual genocide.

Alexa is still struggling to come out to her parents about her sexuality; but her romance with Claire is too precious, too good, too beautiful to give up. [ beautiful cover by @XantheRowds ]

ORIGINALLY <Death Won't Have Me> (Vic's age is obviously gonna be different lol) "I had more than one motive when I pulled that stunt," I whispered. "And you were one of them."

'our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry. women of colour - rupi kaur' The harsher way at looking at what its like to be woman of colour, not just in 21st century western society but all around the world. #WomenOfColour #ProjectWomanUp #TalkThePOC

~Random Updates~ ~Draft 1~ ~A Pokémon Fanfiction~ ~Hoenn Region~ " 'So that's why you are interested in the White Stone. If you join us, we will lead you right to it,' " ~Memories: A Pokémon Fanfic ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am a Pokémon Breeder. I lost my dear Blaziken during an escape, my childhood friend. I find out about a stone of myth that is said to bring back the memories of someone dear to you if your heart is pure. The White Stone. I set out on a journey across Hoenn in search of this stone with my Pokémon in hopes to bring back our lost friend, lost in our memories of the past. Regret fills my heart as I fight against my own emotions to purify my soul, to be accepted by the stone of myth, the White Stone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Original Start Date: 7 July 2016 Publication Date on Wattpad: 7 July 2016 Completion Date: ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The following is of my own work. This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the creator, only as conversation or comments. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincident. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------------------------------------------------------- Copyright © 2016-2018 by qstarfire. All rights reserved. -------------------------------------------------------

It has been five years since Macayla became the Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild in Riften and things have never looked better. But the future of the Guild and all of Tamriel is uncertain when the Nightingales are called back to Nocturnal; she gives them an ominous warning: Mehrunes Dagon is coming back. Sometimes the darkness isn't bad; sometimes it is. |Sequel to Walk by the Shadows|

When the earth's surface can no longer support what's left of humanity, the last of the survivors are forced to restart a life beneath the dirt, and to establish a new home, SubCity. As centuries go by, the city begins to overpopulate forcing society into two distinct classes, the Privileged and the Commoners. Governed by a tyrannical office of Privileged men whose main goal is to crush the lower class, delinquent Commoners are given the option of death or a journey to the surface to collect needed resources. As a Privileged and the grandson of one of the famous leaders in office, Arlo Blake had everything he could possibly want and more. But, when he's the last to find out that he's also part Commoner by taking the blame for one of them, he's forced like the others to make a decision that can both result in his own death. As he spend more time on the surface, he meets a girl that helps him discover the dangerous secrets that his grandfather has taken years to hide. With the knowledge of a world restoration, the two are the last hope for humanity to ever live.

#16 in Spiritual (12/3/17) Her heart was silently twisted and scarred, Her tongue was tied and lips were sealed, Her eyes forecasted and silence spoke volumes, She hid her pain whilst saving others, Letting him carve her skin, Till the last drop of blood oozed out of her flesh. She wore those scars with a hollow smile, Until her knight came with a mirthful grin, He had no shining armour or a sword; Just a heart of pure gold, He picked her up and showed her the way; To the path which led to colors. She walked on a lane bloomed with flowers, But now she knew to look for the thorns, She healed other from the wounds she had, She was Scarred to be mend, She was pushed to be held. Disclaimer: No part of this book is in anyway associated with real life character or events. The story may contain Muslim characters but they are NOT the real image of the religion. Warning: This story contains slightly mature content and violence. Cover Credit: ItsFirstMalaika