"Solace it is the... Comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness" She told me, Looking at me she smiled at me. "And you are the definition of the word itself... I hate to this to you on your birthday happy birthday... My love" A tear left my eye as the noise around her begin to fade and peace filled her eyes, I kissed her before she drifted off to sleep. I love you Sara, Yet I have failed to save someone I love, Like how I failed saving their loved once lives... Hehe... I shouldn't have took this job... "Time of death.... February 22 202X.."

Welcome to the wonderful world of writing on Wattpad! This is Wattpad, not the Olympics, so there's no need to panic. Anyone can try it, no training required. Writing doesn't have to be complicated, and you don't have to be a graduate of some fancy university, but there are a few guidelines that will make things easier for you and your readers. I have tips for beginners who paid as little attention in English as I did, as well as details on things I've learned over the years. Anyone can write a story. I never thought I would write anything, but I tried it and - much to my surprise - I found it very relaxing and entertaining. Feel free to skip around the chapters to find sections that interest you. You are also welcome to skim everything in case you find a hidden gem of advice. Please note that my writing tips follow the Chicago Manual of Style writing guide (you are free to use a different guide - keeping things consistent is the biggest thing).

Psychology, if it's your cup of tea, opens doors to a lot of interesting characteristics and traits that human beings encompass. Reading about it will not only give a meaningful perspective to how you see the world, but will also allow you to reach out and understand people around you better.

Vierne Obolensky is the last heir of the Obolensky family, the family of Earls in Moscow, Russia. With a demigod's destructive powers in both her hands, she killed everyone who touched her, leaving her alone in an abandoned mansion away from human civilization, waiting for a peaceful end, until she meets music, music in human form. As he takes over her days and nights, she is lost in his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that invite her to kill again, this time, to secure a position as the most powerful mediator between gods and humans, the ruler of death, the judge of purgatory, a Gatekeeper. As they go on a journey of self-discovery, they meet other magical beings, exorcists, gods, devils and star sprits. Music falls prey to his old deeds under a fatal curse. "My death awaits me," "Not if I rule over death," With a sweet savage and a romantic pervert by her side, will such a sheltered girl ever get to the Gatekeeper throne every demigod wishes for? Dear Ms Lady Demigod Copyright 2018

Max is 16. It's the end of the world. He has 7 minutes to get to his destination; 7 minutes before everything becomes nothing. He wants to watch the sunset, just once more, but he's 13 minutes away. And death doesn't wait for anyone. This is a one chapter, post-apocalyptic story. I really hope you enjoy it!