"Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song" - "Obviously," She started. There was a nervous shake in her voice that made me tilt my head in her hands. "Obviously you don't understand the agreement." She repeated after quickly composing herself. I rolled my eyes, but let her continue. "Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go." She told me sternly. Her thumbs grazed my cheeks and heat rose on my skin where she touched. I couldn't tell if this was just Sophia being caring or if she was maybe feeling more. My brain told me that this was all a friendly gesture, but my body and it's stupid hormones were telling me that it was something more. And your brain can never really overcome true instincts. I moved closer towards her, shrinking the already limited space between us. This time it was Sophia's turn to blush which only made my smile grow larger. All I could think about was her lips meeting mine. (a new and improved skmw xx)

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

"Do you trust me, Lauren?", Kehlani stared deeply into those green orbits that had the strongest hold on her heart, "Yes, Mistress", she said. How long until it breaks you? PART II : " NO , BABY " ( KEHLANI ) ---------- Fanfic - converted story All rights reserved. Warning : Kehlani G!P, very mature 18+

Olivia Williams is a hardworking part time student who is about to get kicked out of her studio apartment for barely making enough to cover her rent and bills. A last minute interview lands her a challenging but fruitful job at Amelia Gallagher's mansion and immediately, intimidation sets in. An unpredictable spark of passion intertwines her with the Queen of the Gallagher palace, Amelia Gallagher herself, and an incredible journey of destructive passion and a secret love affair changes her entire life, opening her up to a dangerous world of blackmail, manipulation, heartbreak and most of all, vast wealth. Copyright © 2015 by Kerry Belchambers All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

My body began to curl itself into a ball and sounds of pain helplessly escaped from my throat. The startled animal sounds began to project from my body as it continued to go into shut down mode. It's like the walls have begun to collapse and all of the rubble is falling on top of me and only me. I can hear people screaming and shouting, but for some reason, I feel like I am the only one who can hear them. They are screaming for me to leave, to just run away. They are all so scared of this catastrophic earthquake. Because everything that they know is falling apart. - Book 1 in "Born to Die" series #236 in Teen Fiction

"It's not every day that one can say their hot roommate is also their American History teacher..." Sam's never had an easy life. Whether she's battling the nightmares of her dysfunctional past, attempting to dodge expulsion (for the second time), or trying to outrun her problems, trouble just seems to follow her everywhere. So when her brother introduces her to their new roommate, Megan Adams, Sam immediately senses a storm in the distance. But Sam soon finds out that she can only run so far, because Megan seems to be everywhere. And maybe deep down she doesn't really want to run anymore. GRAPHIC IMAGE created by: deedl (on shuttershock)

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

Stumbling through the dark halls of this winding compound, it feels as though cold water hangs delicately in the air, frozen by the fear of the men lurking them. The grip around my arm halts me in front of a dungeon looking door. Wood planks stretch up it, complete with an iron door knob that I imagine would freeze my hand if I touch it. "Ready to meet the King?" my captor hisses in my ear as he flings the door open, shoving me carelessly inside. ===================================== In the dead of a winter night, Nova Questa makes a risky attempt to escape her violent foster dad. She instead gets far more than she bargained for, when she mistakenly witnesses something she wasn't meant to. Now Nova must face the most feared man in all of North America- Zivon Stransky. Few ever encounter Zivon and live to tell the story, but the recklessness and courage posed within the small girl does more than just intrigue him... Thank you guys so much for 80k!