in which , a girl by the name of vienna is told by her therapist to write a book full of poems about her daily occurrences to help with her mental state. book entries and narratives.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

/"I miss my favorite place"\ \"were is that?"/ /"his arms"\ she was scared in the world, scared and alone, until she met him, and he changed her life. one place made her feel safer than any other, ~his arms~ /EDITING BEFORE I KEEP GOING\

"What do you want with me?" "Love." Kol Mikaelson is dead. The majority of the supernatural community knows that much, and once you're dead you can't come back, unless you have a powerful witch on your side. Cece Dawson is that witch, a confused witch, who unintentionally kept one of the most powerful vampires of all time alive, why? Because they share a bond, a bond that she does not know of, a bond that Kol is desperate to finalize as he tries to find the witch who accidentally saved his life, POSTPONED

....keeps my therapist at bay. A story of a girl who bites her tounge, and barely manages words. How about we put another variable into her life.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

Elena returns from her coma only to find out that her best friend Caroline is now engaged to Stefan. Damon is waiting for Elena to return to him so that they can reconcile their love, but does she have the same idea. Read to find out more❤

Ladybug turned slightly and the arms around her tightened possessively. A flutter of pleasure rippled through her body for a second before she squashed it. She had woken up in a strange place, being held by some mysterious stranger who...just happened to be in really good shape. Then she caught sight of the face the arms belonged to and her heart did a little backflip.