"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

"My name is Jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia." Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?" My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person. "No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic." "Is there a difference?" I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't." ----- Jace is weird. Jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things: 1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again. 2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him. 3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label. A CampNaNoWriMo Novel

Bowen was a lonely girl who filled her days by running down rural country roads. But that quickly changed when she discovered a decomposing body in an old shack. But, somehow, he wasn't dead. In fact, he was getting better, his fatal wounds healing themselves from beyond the grave. And from the moment he opened his eyes Bowen was dragged into a terrifying world she never could have imagined. *Completed* This is a FIRST DRAFT of my novel, of which the final version is available on Kindle and free on Kindle Unlimited. Cover by @_PaintingDaisies_

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He ground his hips onto her core and tightened his grip both on her neck and her thigh. "They're not going to find out. Like how no one's going to find out about us. Are they?" He growled into her ear. Courtney rubbed the hand that was around her neck and the grip softened. She leaned up to place a slow kiss on his jaw, "Of course not." ••• This story takes place exactly where you think. The crème de la crème of adolescents. The Big Six were known by everyone, but even they had their deep, dark secrets that they would do anything to keep from breaching the surface. It would ruin them. Ruin. Those secrets can't fall into the wrong hands, especially if those hands belong to Courtney Jackson. A sly and conniving bitch. ***NOT EDITED***

"It's not right that we should have to fight for something so obviously right and just as having the vote but we must. Someone must!" Lady Anastasia Banks has lived her entire life thus far in a world where she may do as she likes, be it running around the countryside with her cousins or sitting quietly in a secluded corner, immersed in a book about the flora and fauna of her home county of Kent. But with her 'coming out' only a year away, Anastasia gradually realises her future will be quite different. And she's not sure if she'll like it. Thrust into the world of Edwardian high society and faced with an impossible choice, Anastasia comes to see that perhaps life isn't so simple and fair as she once thought. In her frustration, she comes across a group of ladies who promise to help her... to help all women.

UNPUBLISHED HERE TO PUBLISH AS AN ACTUAL BOOK BUT I WAS SO ASHAMED I UNPUBLISHED IT, MIGHT REPUBLISH IT HERE ONE DAY...

When River crosses paths with a man who speaks to every hidden hunger inside her, their connection spirals into an all-consuming pull neither of them can resist-but is she Grayson's salvation... or his ruin? *** Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox-the troubled bad boy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? *** He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. *** Cover by @strayin