Calum, where am I?! [that cute cover made by; ann] #19 in Mystery / Thriller on 22/4/2015 © 2015 by sasa. All Rights Reserved

the kind of poems you only write when it's raining and 3am. book cover design by @_wacKo x

*SYTYCW winner* Inspired by a list of confidence-boosting tips in a magazine, twenty-four-year-old Megan Riley decides it's about time she became a confident woman. But after stumbling over the easy points such as buying a bra and learning to cook, how is she going to survive asking a guy out? NOTE: This is a sample only. Wattpad cover by NightRose154

Robert De Luca has everything a man could want in life. Lots of money, a fantastic job, fast cars and plenty of women and yet he feels incomplete. His best friend and partner in crime is now married with children and his own mother keeps asking him when he's going to find a nice girl too settle down with. What's an Italian mama's boy to do but take a trip to Italy. Unfortunately on the trip he finds he can't escape destiny, a childhood friend Lauren LaLa Rizzoli is on the run from her family. Sexy, beautiful and funny she's untouchable. With five brothers, a wise guy dad, and a hellion for a mother. What's a guy to do to get a kiss ? Maybe he'll just take a brotherly beat down, agree not to double cross her dad and eat every dish her mother sits in front of him. Just to win this crazy woman's heart.

"Everyone has the right to express what they are feeling." I'm not a professional poet or maybe I can't even consider myself as a poet but here are some of the poems I've made when I'm feeling blue. I mean, these poems really helped me a lot in expressing what I feel. I'm not forcing you to read this but if you're interested, go ahead! And thank you in advanced. XO

Fantasy worlds... (2013) A writing exercise in visual sensations.

*** A Wattpad #1 and Featured Story *** Pay your stake. Roll the dice. Do the dare. Becoming a widow at twenty-five sucks - big style - so Daisy packs her hiking boots and heads back to the Lake District, to the security of best-friend Clara's cottage in Gosthwaite. It'll be just what Daisy needs - anonymity and a fresh start. What she's not expecting is to meet a veritable Knight-in-Shining-Polo-Boots. Xander's twenty-two and drowning in as much as misery as Daisy, but when he knocks her off her wedge heels, she topples into his world of It-girls, players and Michelin stars. At a party, embracing a night off from mourning, Daisy agrees to play 'Forfeit', the ultimate game of dares. Five friends each toss £100 onto the table and complete their dares. Round One was a fun way to pass an hour, Round Two isn't for the faint-hearted, but no one wants to stake £10,000 to play Round Three - not until they're persuaded by a vitriolic blackmailer. £50,000 is up for grabs, but the game's called 'Forfeit' for good reason. Blackmail, betrayal, revenge... Move over Gatsby, there's a new bunch of bored young things in town. *** Caution ** Forfeit's rated at PG-13, but it does contain strong language and scenes of a sexual nature. Just sayin'. Cx ***

My second collection containing poetry about topics of today's real life situations in which depression, suicide, and self harm all compile into. Enjoy #625 in Poetry 12/17/14 7:15 pm :D #523 in Poetry 12/18/14 4:18pm #373 in Poetry 12/20/14 8:26 am *©Peacefulrock2014-2015

I am use to as being introduce as the “smart one”, or being referred as “wait you are the triplet because you don’t look like your siblings. This is actually translated in the English Dictionary as you aren't the athletic or the social one. Wait you can’t be their siblings because you are pretty...wait for it...ugly. Really I was used to being ignored and staying in the shadows of my siblings until when one person introduced me as the “unique, one of kind, triplet.” It wasn’t supposed to be love. It wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. It was just supposed to be my hormones jumping all over the place, but I realized that it’s not hormones. It’s love. This isn’t a cliché bad boy and geeky girl. This is about two black sheep’s or social outcasts if you prefer the more technical term having each other’s backs.