Amazing Cover by ONYXVIXEN I remember the day they came. Our tiny uneventful town lit up with the sounds of gun fire and chaos. It was a massacre that seemed never ending. My family hid in our basement for days waiting for the sounds to end and it to be safe again. They said it was an invasion. That they came to exterminate us. But only a day after the fighting ceased and we were finally safe I found something on my way back from the market. Or rather, someone. A boy. Who became my best friend, until the day they found us and took him away. I was sure I'd never see him again Until one day I did. That was the day that changed everything.

NOTICE: THIS STORY IS AN OLD DRAFT. It is currently in the process of being rewritten. For your sake (and mine) please go check out "ILLUSIONS AND LIES: REWRITE" on my profile. While I'm not stopping you from reading this- especially if you're impatient and want to know how the story goes- please do keep in mind that aspects of this story are unpolished in this book. "we thought we were special. turns out, we were wrong." A group of teenagers who live in a place known only as "The Compound" are led to believe that they are the last people on the planet, aside from their ever-present caretakers. The Caretakers study them and their abilities, never once letting them know of the thriving outside world. In the outside world, everybody has abilities, known as "Gifts." The oppressive government prevents people from using these Gifts properly. A faction of rebels is on the rise, determined to retrieve the children they lost to this cruel government and create a fairer world for all. "and we don't like being wrong..." Modern futuristic AU. This story will contain mature themes and triggering topics, such as somewhat detailed descriptions of blood and violence, suicide, depression, homophobia, child abuse, and death. I do not own the characters, but I do own the plot. Please do not steal the plot or elements of this story.

Society thinks we should be people that we are not. Take me for example, I'm Olivia Parker. My father is the governor and both him and society expect me to be perfect. But I'm not. ----- She wears boyish clothes instead of skirts and dresses. She wears sneakers instead of heels, and she doesn't wear make up. Ever since her mother died when she was 13, She had been rebelling against her father Thomas Parker and he's not happy. But she is. Just making him mad gives her joy. Her best friend aka the player Shawn is always there to help her rebel. But what happens when daddy dearest has had enough of Olivia's rebel ways? You have to read Expectations Vs Reality to find out

Do you beleive in destiny, fate, coincidences and stuff like that.. yeah, Gravity didn't either. Gravity was a simple girl, surrounded by her books, art and music. But When her father dies and her mother is sent to prison for his murder, Her life takes a drastic turn. With no other family to turn to, she ends up in an orphanage. But when she gets a mysterious clue from an even more mysterious boy she sets out on a journey, a journey that will lead her halfway across the earth. Can she do it? Will she make it? With the help of a certain boy maybe? She will soon learn that life takes its own turns and makes its own demands. After all, Coincidence is just a messenger sent by the truth. (No part of this book may be stolen, legal action will be taken. Plagiarism is PUNISHABLE BY LAW)

#1 in Reverse Harem and #2 in Harem on 08/28/2021 #4 in Harem on 9/30/21 #17 in Romance out of 1.91 million stories on 1/16/22 #4 Paranormal 12/11/22 #1 Reverse Harem 1/24/23 and 1/25/23 Featured on Wattpad's official Teen Fiction Reading list for Supernatural Four years ago, Madeline, a half-sidhe girl had to run from the only home she knew, betrayed by the only friend she ever had. Her mother transfigured her into a boy to keep her safe, then abandoned her in San Francisco. The last thing her mother said, was that if she could wait four years, everything would be fine. In two more weeks, she'll be eighteen and everything is NOT FINE! She has been framed, kidnapped, and taken to the Fae world where she'll have to take a series of trials to prove that she is good enough to be queen. It turns out her Mom was the Faerie Queen. She has no choice - if she doesn't do it, her friends will die. Oh, and she'll have to explain to her three friends just why their good pal Matt is suddenly a girl. Plus, there's another problem - she's been forced into an arranged marriage with not just one but seven men. And guess what? Three of the men are her friends! 100,000 or so words. Editing complete. Content advisory: Some language. Discussions of past sexual assault (non-graphic or gratuitous). Some LGBT content. Thanks for all the love! Every like, comment, and add is like a present, so I appreciate them!

Ezra Grey's only known life beneath the surface. With a war unfolding above the bunkers that began long before he was born, his love for poetry is the only thing keeping him sane. Little does he know, there's a group of people controlling his very reality. And at the center of it all is Ivy Carlisle. She's been the trusted reporter of the war for the last ten years. Having the same nightmare every night about everyone below the surface dying because of her, she can't help but feel responsible for standing by while The System experiments on innocent people. When she decides to try and warn everyone living in the bunkers, everything Ezra's been led to believe is uprooted. The youth are ripped from their communities underground... The truth about the experiment Ezra's been living in is exposed... And Ivy finds an ally in the hopes of saving the lives she once helped sacrifice. ⏳ PROMPTS: #67: The war has been going on for over 100 years now. Not that you'd ever seen it, living in a bunker your entire life. But one day, a news war reporter suddenly says, "I can't do this anymore. Everything is fine! They're lying! Th-" And the signal cuts out. #52: There is someone you dream about every night, but you never imagine meeting them in real life. #49: "Master the rules of the game until you can play it better than they can." - Michael Scott

In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

This is an older story, I've gotten better I promise. "I first held a gun when I was eight. I remember a man strolling across a line of other children like me, he said: 'We all have a soldier in us.' I found my soldier. But then, it became all I was. " Being forced into the army at a young age, Olivia knew nothing more than fighting. But after suffering a debilitating injury, she is forced to retire to her dead parents' home. There she'll find the secrets of her world and her humanity. Edit: I'm glad I decided to go against my anxiety and post this story, thanks so much to all the people who have read my story and commented! Your advice and compliments mean the world to me!

The Year Rules were devastating. Year 7- Beginner Test Year 8- Volunteer Year 9- Five Part Testing Year 10- Academy Prep Course 1 Year 11- First School Test Year 12- Anything not completed on time from Years 7, 8, 9, 10, or 11, result in Abandonment By Year 7, I was already on the streets. I never got to take my Beginner Test, and I never got to prove myself to anyone. I was expected to fend for myself in a harsh environment, not fit for a child. I moved past it, though, gaining street smarts rapidly, while my book smarts were left to their own devices. Year 12 wasn't going to be the start of my long career path, or the continuation of my academic career. It was just another Year on the streets. Year 12: Abandonment for Felsha Martins, date of birth November 19th, 2509, current number of Years in Abandonment, 6. Current Abandonment date: November 19th, 2521 Year 12 was going to be my growing point. Year 12, was meant to push me further down, break me, put me in my place. But I wasn't going to let that happen.