Can Wattpad Fanfictions Be Turned Into Movies?

Akira was a regular human girl leaving work late one night when everything changed. She is now on a mission to figure out who she is, what she is and how to navigate her new life but there’s still one thing burning inside her that she can’t let go of: Revenge. Will love win out? Or will it prove not to be enough?

Young teen having genes from the moon goddess made her a unique target, who will save her? She had no one left. But then miraculously her fate changed, was it for better or for worse?

I was in a car accident while saving my brothers. However, instead of gratitude, they urged the doctors to amputate my legs. "Carol, we're sorry," they said through tears. "We're useless… but don't worry. Even if we have to sell our blood or our kidneys, we'll make sure you're taken care of." Right after surgery, they abandoned me in a shabby apartment. Blood seeped through the sheets as they looked at me with teary eyes—then left in a hurry, claiming they needed to earn money for my treatment. I did not want to drag them down anymore. Enduring the pain, I crawled to the rooftop of a tall building, planning to end my life. That's when I saw it—inside a luxury hotel, a grand celebration was taking place. My brothers were there doting on another girl. She was eating an extravagant cake I had never even dreamed of, wearing a designer princess gown worth a fortune, sparkling with jewels. Everyone called her the Smith family's one and only princess. They had even hired a world-class symphony orchestra to play Happy Birthday just for her. While I lay bleeding in a dingy apartment, they would not spend a few dollars on bandages for me. I watched as my eldest brother gently fed her cake, his eyes full of tenderness. "Jasmine, only you deserve to be our one and only little sister." The second brother placed a tiara on her head with care. "Even for the smallest birthday, we won't let you suffer a single moment of disappointment." The third knelt to help her into a pair of crystal shoes. "Jasmine, you're our most precious darling." Then, standing on the stage, Jasmine held up the black credit card they had gifted her and smiled sweetly. "Brothers," she said, "Carol lost her legs saving you. Maybe you should go see how she's doing?" My eldest brother let out a mocking laugh. "She's not worth it. Now that she's crippled, she'll never be able to compete with you again. She got what she deserved."

[Book 2 in Vampire's Bride Duology] Vampires have always been in a tussle with Lycans, but both are Goddess Diana’s off-springs. Therefore, it is no surprise when one is bound to the other by a bond that is revered by them. Myra Winters is an omega, who just wanted to spend her life in peace and meet her soulmate someday. But little did she know that not only was her mate a creature that she hated, but their bond was older than they could fathom. [Book 2 in Vampire's Bride Duology]

The life of Alexander Hollow, a bullied 11th grader, is set on a pinwheel when the gorgeous mystery girl he crushed on, bits him one cold evening turning him into a bloodsucking monster. More mysteries begin to unfold as Alex starts to discover the world of Vampires and Werewolves.

Payton Pritchard, the secretary of a renowned music producer, Adam Owens gets a proposition by her boss to pretend to be his wife! And it all started after a night in Vegas. The relationship may be fake, but the chemistry between them is real. With people trying to sabotage their love story, can the two fall in love? *** "Adam, I know you're in there! I won't leave until you come out and take responsibility for your actions!" She yelled, shaking her fists angrily. "My husband isn't home. Now, please leave before I call the cops!" "That's what you'd like, huh?" She scoffed with contempt. "I'm not leaving till Adam knows what he did to me." "What he DID to you?" I ask, perplexed. "He didn't tell you about that night, did he?" She smirked wickedly. "Well, tough luck, sweetheart. I'm pregnant and he's the father." She's . . . Pregnant? But I'm pregnant for him, too. . .