[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea. It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together. The strings all tied back to one person. His mate. A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content. The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild

Azulrea Ruben; a girl who everyone outcasts, finds herself encountered by a group of dark forces when trying to save her best friend. Dark forces that move at night when everyone is asleep giving everyone nightmares and terrors of their life. Hell looks for Azulrea for unknown reasons and in this moment of life and death, she encounters another force that deals with the supernatural. They have dark cloaks with a huge "Z" marked on their back and black marks on their neck. When Azulrea only happens to save her one and only best friend, she gets dragged into a world that she never knew existed. She never wanted to deal with the spiritual world, but it looks like she has too as she was dragged along with her best friend. Along the way, Azulrea unravels the utter truth of herself while Hell keeps looking for her. What will she do? Who are the "Z"?

What happens when the world doesn’t work the way it’s intended to work? What happens when a little boy is supposed to be saved from a life of abuse and neglect but in the end doesn’t? What happens when Zayn Malik’s life turns out the exact opposite from what he should be getting? Well that’s what’s about to happen. Going back ten years, Louis Tomlinson-Styles never noticed the suffering his four year old neighbor was going through. Never did he see the bruises or the flinches or the tear stains that made up the boy. Now ten years later Zayn Malik is starting his first day of high school with Mr. Tomlinson as his drama teacher. Will somebody finally notice the boy’s suffering or will he continue on this road of agony?

Hi, my name is Landon Moore. I live with my dad and two older brothers. They're great most of the time, but others they're a pain in the butt!! Follow my journey without a mom and a dad that is always working.

'What's your favourite thing in the world?' 'The sky.' 'The sky?' 'Yes.' 'Why the sky?' 'Because it keeps reminding us that no matter who we are or where we come from, whether we're black or white, gay or straight, we are all under the same sky.' ************************************************* Two boys. Two stories. One school. This is not your typical boy meets boy story. This is a story where the bad boy is not the jock and the good boy not the scrawny teenager. This is a story about love. A love so pure as the two find themselves by losing themselves in each other. A story about love, about acceptance and about hope. For you see, this is the greatest love story ever written.

Disclaimer: No fangirls were harmed in the making of this book. In which the author exposes what it's like to be a Wattpad boy, rants about life and controversial topics, and makes the world laugh.

[ THE FICTION AWARDS 2018 WINNER FOR BEST POETRY BOOK ] ❝He spent his life chasing butterflies, never noticing how he trampled on the flowers.❞

( COMPLETED ) Andrew a boy of 12 was constantly beaten up and abused by his mother and siblings. There was just one ray of light in the hell where he lived, which was Trent, his eldest brother. Only Trent was the person with whom Andrew felt safe, the one who never laid a hand on him. The one who was his only hope in the house of horrors. But what happens when tables turned in such a way that everyone realised what they did? Will Andrew ever be able to survive the hell ? Or It will be too late for others to realise what they did was wrong? Read to find out........

- PERFECTION WAS NEVER THE ANSWER