In small town Hendersonville, North Carolina, there's a time and a place for women to open their mouths. Lydia Grace Abney doesn't care to wait on that time or that place. She walks through life without any shoes on, dirt on her skin, and wind-blown hair. Some might say she gets her classless qualities from being raised with all boys. Others say the devil is doing work in her life and holding her tongue hostage. But Lydia doesn't see anything wrong with her inability to keep her mouth shut. Especially when it comes to the ever-growing racism flooding her small, southern town. She's willing to fight tooth and nail to stand up for what she believes is right-and this particular act catches the eye of someone rather unexpected. Wattpad Editor's Choice February 26th, 2021 - April 1st, 2021 Featured by Wattpad Historical Fiction under "Decade Fiction." Winner of the Cappuccino Awards 2020 (historical) 2nd Place - Historical Fiction - The Writer's Choice Awards 2nd Place - Historical Fiction - The insidious Awards #1 in greatdepression #1 in sexism # 1 in 1930

"I-I can't do this anymore!" I said with a sigh, tilting my chin up to meet his silver eyes. "I can't keep playing these childish games with you!" "Then let's put the games to the end." He backed me up against the wall and the dim light of the room outlined all his sharp featured, reminding me of how he would always help me find the light when the darkness completely engulfed me. "You wanna play Tag? I'm it. I am it for you." Xander Kings never believed he would discover refuge in the emerald eyes of Aurora White. And she never anticipated that her shattered world could be mended. The stars, in her world, began to twinkle in those silver eyes of his. And like how a child learns the constellations, he memorized all of her. Cover: @ourforevers (me) Highest Rank- #11 in Romance & #13 on Newadult Hotlist Completed

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

After months of nightmares, Cassie wakes up in the underworld where the monsters of fairytales roam the streets. Escaping the underworld won't be easy, especially since someone brought her there for a purpose.

"She didn't know anything about him. He knew everything about her." | 2nd Place Winner in The Winter Rose Awards 2018 | Highest Rank: #36 in Paranormal Lucky is just lucky. That's the only name she's known, and battling a permanent amnesia isn't fun. All she can remember is the last six years, nothing more, and she's spent those years looking for her past. But when *he* shows up, it's clear the past has come looking for her. A late night coffee date with a coworker turns into an abduction, and Lucky finds herself face-to-face with a man from her past. He's fast, strong, and dangerous: a killer. And while she doesn't know anything about him, he seems to know everything about her. A/N: I'm in the middle of doing a complete rewrite! The rewrite will bring a change in p.o.v. and should be a much smoother read. Thanks for your understanding.

When the war brings a young enemy soldier to the ruined palace Tabeya calls home, the truth about her past emerges, chasing her into the desert, where she must elude her vengeful guardian for the sake of her freedom and her forbidden love. ***** In her lonely tower, Tabeya dreams of the world beyond it. That world becomes real when she meets Humban, a young general from a rival kingdom who isn't afraid to ask the questions Tabeya can't face about herself. Those questions bring answers that lead them into the desert, away from the goddess who imprisoned Tabeya. Enraged at her escape, Tabeya's guardian hunts her and Humban relentlessly across the war-torn land, where the elements are vicious and survival isn't guaranteed. In the treacherous world where Tabeya finds herself, she must fight for her happy ending or let her past destroy her future with the man she was never meant to love. [[Word count: 150,000 - 200,000 words]] Content warning: this story contains themes of violence.

*SEQUEL to I Am Bree* **Copyrighted** His hand snatched my wrist out of the air, tugging it. With my momentum, I slammed right into him, but I went fighting, my free fist pummeling his stomach. He grabbed the hand and pushed me backwards, keeping the space small between us. I was too angry to notice anything until my back hit the wall. "Look at me." His voice rumbled right above me, barely more than a whisper. "Don't tell me what to do!" I kicked at him, continuing to struggle as fiercely as I could. "Look at me." He said again. "Like hell." I kicked him in the shin, but he didn't even flinch and closed the space between us entirely so I could barely move. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you think of me." He growled. I looked up at him, panting heavily from my anger. "I said: don't tell me what to do." I ground out. "You don't have the right to talk to me that way." He moved back slightly. "That's right." A strange glint appeared in his eyes. "Think hard on this right now, Bree, and remember it the next time someone else tries to talk to you like that." I had never heard him speak so seriously and with such conviction. "What is wrong with you?" I snapped. "You did that on purpose." The corner of his lip lifted gently in the hint of an arrogant smirk. *I couldn't find the original creators for the pictures I used to make my cover, but all the credit goes to them!!*

****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

Freshman at NYU Dylan Mann is living with her best friend Lily Turnbell. She just wants to go to college and get her degree in psychology practically unnoticed. But that all changes when she catches the attention of the bad boy street fighter Nathan Black who has a different girl is his bed every night and everyone practically bowing at his feet. Dylan has never been one to bow though, not even to her parents. Not that she's disrespectful she's just never been one to take orders well. So when Nathan Black makes a bet that she'll fall in love with him before he falls in love with her, what will happen? THIS IS FOR THE PEEPS WHO LIKE THEIR MEN SLUTTY, JEALOUS, DUMB, OBSESSIVE, AND A LITTLE BIT OF A DICK. IF THAT DOESNT SOUND LIKE YOU, THIS PROBABLY ISNT FOR YOU. k love you bye❤️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You love me?" "Maybe." "Do you love me Dylan? Yes or no?" "Fine! Yes. Yes I love you okay? Are you happy now? I love your stupid smile, and your stupid pretty green eyes, and your stupid hair, and the stupid way it makes me feel whenever you touch me, and your stupid stupid stupid jokes that somehow always make me laugh." I take a breath and stare at him. He doesn't say anything. My heart drops. "So I guess you win, Nate. Congratulations. I love you."

"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •