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...

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

There are some things we end up not sending.

bit·ter·sweet: being at once bitter and sweet; especially: pleasant but including or marked by elements of suffering or regret. A collection of short stories I've written since joining Wattpad for various contests, challenges, and publications. These works range from one hundred word drabbles to short stories up to ten thousand words. *Trigger Warnings* Gore, violence, self-harm, drug, and alcohol use.

Just some random things that I think are funny. I mostly find them on instagram, tumblr and sometimes twitter. Read on or not, I love you anyways! ~ lils x

Let's face it. There are way more cliché books on this website than there are unique ones. Even the ones people say are unique tend to have some kind of cliché undertone. And then the ones that really are unique almost never ever get discovered. And it sucks. But for those of you who don't know your book is cliché, this book is for you. Because it seems to me like that is the case for some people. Not all books are going to be entirely unique, but sometimes there needs to be a balance between both sides. And I'm here to help you find it. If there are 500 words in a chapter, can you spot the clichés?

Hijack = Hiccup (from the movie How to train your Dragon) + Jack Frost (from the movie Rise of the Guardians). I highly recommend you to watch both movies if you haven't done it yet before you read. The year is 2016, and new trouble is coming up for the guardians. The man in the moon decides that this is serious stuff and that they need help, so he decides a new guardian. The problem is big, bigger than ever before, but Jack's memories and relationship is only making it harder for him with the new guardian, and the old thoughts get pressed away by the new ones. I will say it now = THERE WILL BE RATED R SCENES.

Valari King, average and seemingly content with her life in Cold Springs, California, where the population is not more than five hundred people. She doesn't aspire to go beyond her town and hopes that after college she would lead a peaceful life tucked away in this sleepy town of California. Then life knocks at her door steps in the form of her grandmother, Mrs King and life changes, forever. The only constant thing in life is change, right?