One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

This is a horror short story that will keep you awake at night. And if you want to know more about the inspiration behind it go to http://pamelaalderman.com/artprize/the-scarlet-cord/ Where you'll learn about a movement to help stop sex trafficking. Go read and find out more on how you can do your part to end this evil I hope my story shows the awful truth and raw feeling behind this terrible thing that happens to girls and boys all over the world, everyday. Be aware, and help End it.

Eden is a sheltered teen about to start her last year of her high school education. Virtually isolating herself from the world outside of her family's land, Eden has come to see everything within their land as her life. She plans on staying within it until her dying day not believing that she is of any importance to those outside of her own little world, let alone have the courage to face it. What Eden is unaware of is that she actually is of great importance, but to a world unknown to her. Soon the world that Eden has come to shelter herself within is going to be turned inside out. The question is, will she be able to handle all that is going to be thrown her way? Will she accept it all or will she run and hide like she's used to? Highest ranking: #9 Werewolf / #24 Teen Fiction ** UNEDITED ** [ This story is still a work in progress. All the editing will be done once the story is finished. Until then, please be patient with the grammatical errors. ] ══════ . ●ｏ● . ══════ © 2012 ʙʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀsʜɪɢʜ (Aᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ & Pᴇɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ). Aʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.

This is a collection of old poems from old times made from past love in a past life with same old problems. *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s Please feel free to check out my newer books on my page: "Just For A Moment" or "Shorter Things In Life" THANK YOU LOVE YOU LOTS -amppoems-

When Victoria 'Tori' Peige found out that Zachary Anderson was the reason for all of her bestfriend's past break-ups, she knew she had to step in and make a move. Even if it was against her will, Ms. goody-goody asked Zach to be her boyfriend. Little did Tori know that Zach only agreed because he wanted to use her in order to get to her bestfriend. But what would happen when the relationship that started out with lies and deceit turn into something...real?

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...