The light at the end of the tunnel

Belle has not had the best life. Most of it she spent taking care of her sick father while her mother ran off to sleep with other men. So you can imagine her frustration when, only a few months after the death of her father, her mother forces her to come spend the holidays with her and her new family. But what happens when she meets a certain alpha on the plane who claims that she belongs to him?----"Mine. Mate," he said, his deep, husky voice ringing in my ears. His hands tightened around me as his forehead came down to meet mine and he breathed in deeply. I let my eyes close as I basked in the feeling of his arms around me and the delicious sparks that were running through my body. I didn't even know that it was possible to feel this good. I felt his head move from mine as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access and he let out an approving grunt.And then I felt him place a gentle kiss right where my neck and shoulder met. My knees went weak, my entire body going numb as a breathy sound came from my mouth. He smiled against my neck, chuckling and taking all of my weight into his arms as I leaned completely into him to stop myself from falling."Hello, mate," he whispered in my ear.------This book is also known as Kidnapped By My Mate.

Poems. //Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz[Completed]

Your daughter runs off while you were in the middle of grocery shopping because she spotted Max, her favourite driver. Meeting you, Max wants to know everything about you and your six year old. So of course he keeps finding ways to meet you, starting with inviting you to the Dutch Grand Prix. A short story based on a oneshot fic from my f1 oneshot book Second person povCompleted official story but will update for blurbs

"Who are you?" the supervillain asks. His breathless voice is surprisingly soft.I slam my hands on either side of him, leaning in so close my nose touches his mask. I'm the taller one. "It's 'Please Don't Kick My Sorry Butt,' but you can call me 'Too late, I Already Did.' " And I have to admit, that one I'm a little too proud of.***Hey, hey! Now a Wattpad featured story!***The superheroes are gone. For as long as Monet can remember, a league of superheroes has guarded her city. They were the citizens' idols, guardians, and best friends. Then, only months ago, those same heroes poofed, leaving the population at the mercy of a supervillain known as 'Masquerade.'As teen reporter and self-proclaimed defender of truth, justice, and the American way, Monet Jackson vows to do anything to find the heroes. And that "anything," unfortunately, includes taking a dip in a vat of toxic chemicals, being fired, and being hunted by Masquerade himself.But someone's gotta protect the city, and she might as well write a blog about it.***WHAT'S INSIDE:1 Kick-butt heroine+1 Love Triangle... or ...Love Quadrilateral... or... Love Dodecahedron+School Drama+Action Sequences+Too Many Puns+Plot Twists+ Cliffhangers***COMPLETE

(warning: contains 18+content, encourage not to read if uncomfortable by this) "I'm sick and tired of this, when will all these humans stop, when will this pain stop, I just want peace." these thoughts plauged shin godzilla's mind every single moment. A certain goddess realizes his pain and decides to give him the peace that he wants as long as he can help her." monsters are tragic beings . Thay are born too tall, too strong, too heavy. They are not evil by choice. That is their tragedy." - ishiro hondaI do not own shin godzilla or kuroinu each character and franchise belong to their respective owners

Just a very kinky smut book of different senerios that rot my brain. 😘

part 2 here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/228118765-mv-sewol-ferry-disaster-memorials-part-2Mv Sewol sunk on the 16th of April, 2014 at the Yellow Sea. It was carrying 405 passangers, most of them being from Danwon High school, Ansan City. Only 172 survived. The students spent their time recording videos and joking around, but as the water came in, their survival instinct did too. Bruised/bloodied fingers, tied together life vests.. they show the desperation the students had. Even the surviving students were screaming ''Break the windows! My friends are in there!'' The students inside the ferry either drowned or died of hypothermia. They drowned in the dark, desperate for life.This is a memorial for those students, teachers, passangers and crew, whose lives were lost, and dreams were sunk as a result of this disaster.(Due to the 20 image limit, every victim has a chapter dedicated to them..)My sources:In Korean: http://416family.org/index.php/remember-n1/In English: https://www.findagrave.com/virtual-cemetery/461567?page=1#sr-209194113

Just a book full of Fear Street Things