She chose her apartment because she liked the attached balcony and the peace and quiet it afforded her. That is soon about to change thanks to a new neighbour. Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my person, my Yang, my Lorelai. I write today because you asked why not. Cover Picture Courtesy: To the ever lovely @AasthaKatrela!

Wang Li Xun, the Crown Prince, goes out hunting for the Celestial Flower to save his mother from a terminal illness. When he nearly dies from the attack of a mythical beast, he is saved by a mysterious boy who lives in the mountains. To repay his kindness, Li Xun offers the boy a place to stay in his royal palace and employs him to be his personal bodyguard. But little does he know that he has brought home a girl instead. Completed: 4/2/2020 (Word count: 60,000 - 70,000) Highest rankings: #1 in Historical Fiction #1 in Romance #5 in Diverse Lit Featured on Wattpad || Community Curator: @KateLorraine - May 2022 Featured on Wattpad || Lunar New Year - February 2022 Featured on WattpadAsianFantasy || Asian Fantasy Recommendations - September 2021 Featured on Wattpad || Stories of Trailblazing Asian Characters - May 2021 ========================================== Copyright © 2019-2023 by Kim_Knights

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION None of them expected the nightmare to continue . . . In the sequel to I'm a Gay Wizard, V. S. Santoni imagines a world where Johnny, Hunter, Alison, and Blake are forced once again to prove that love and magic can save the day. When Johnny wakes up, something isn't right. It's a blissful summer day, and Johnny's father is taking him to begin a brand new life in Misthaven, and all his best friends, Alison, Hunter, and Blake, join him in the idyllic town. Once reunited, Johnny and his friends discover that this Misthaven is actually Dreamhaven-the Marduk Institute's mystical prison for wizards-and they're trapped. But that's the least of their problems when Hunter falls ill with a magical sickness, and his soul is thrown into the Night City, an underworld ruled by the Nightmare King. Johnny will not leave Hunter. Vowing to stay together, he, Alison, and Blake enter the Night City, a domain of the dead where both their powers and trust in each other will be tested. But in a realm where the Nightmare King rules second only to Death itself, Johnny's love for Hunter must continue to be his most powerful magic.

SQUID GAME meets NERVE in this multimedia thriller where a gaming app with dark motives begins to show up on select people's phones, and the only way out is to complete tasks with even darker intentions.

Avanti Narayan is a textbook shrew. That's kind of a basic requirement when she spends six days a week sautéing prawns in garlic butter, laying cream-coated beans in between sheets of vegetarian lasagna, or even stewing mushroom soup until her natural curls frizz to death. Growing up, she had a reputation for being too intimidating for her own good, and making it as the sous-chef of a restaurant catering to the snobbiest section of Delhi's elite has only cemented that tag. She rarely bothered about it until her arranged marriage dates started stinking with rejections. Gaurav Pandita needs to grow a pair. Being scarred three months ago with the love of his life cheating on him was bad enough, but a viral video of his drunken breakdown destroyed what was left of his dignity. And his career. Soft-boy wimp isn't exactly suitable for his brand as a men's lifestyle influencer. So when opportunity presents itself to tame the biggest shrew in town and regain his chad male status, he clicks on it before more trolls can trend beta simp. ~.~ A tale as old as time. A song that rarely rhymes. Barely even friends. Wait for her to bend. This wedding season, the shrew meets her match. ~.~

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"

He's like a machine. He hates to be touched. He hates anything to be non-sanitized. He can't stand human emotion. He fakes a personality, just to seem okay. He hates technology, but is nothing without it. He's a professor to the class, but supposed to be a student. He teaches the same thing everyday, but was meant to be there only to learn. And then he loses control, unable to be a machine any longer, he begins to realize worshiping technology is nothing but a curse. He holds the life of an introvert, the life of a mad man, and he admits to it. All of it. ~~ "You're useless. Nothing but a controlled soul in a shell of a body." "Then just label me a machine, there is nothing more insane than that."

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.

Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

To everybody else Debra O'Neil was the perfect wife. If you saw her outside her home, she would be immaculately presented. Beautiful clothes adorned her body and not a hair would be out of place. And always a beaming smile in place. If you saw her inside her home she would be happily humming along while she baked, her biggest interest. She would greet you with your favourite hot drink no matter what it may be. And she made the best cherry pie around. That was to everyone else. In reality Debra O'Neil spent her days planning on how to kill her husband. From taking batteries out of all of the smoke alarms to shopping for arsenic on ebay. Do you dare read the diary of Debra O'Neil?