Not Between These Thighs by Mocha Sistah is a compelling tale of friendship, self-discovery, and the intricate complexities of the human heart. Four dynamic women-Monique, Candy, Nina, and Tracee-decide to embark on a journey of celibacy, each for their own reasons. What starts as a pact to reclaim their independence and self-worth takes unexpected turns when deep-seated emotions and unhealed traumas surface.

Six years after establishing world peace, the leaders of the four nations continue to work together and heal the war-torn land. As they strengthen forces and help displaced citizens, Katara and Aang's relationship flourishes. She couldn't ask for a better, more amazing man, and she'd do anything to protect him. After Aang is captured and presumably killed, she nearly loses herself to anger and grief, driving her to seek revenge. But in the middle of peace keeping, the gang needs to keep this quiet until they can get all the facts. Katara has to find Aang and she needs Zuko to do it. They have one mission: to save the Avatar after he saved the world, and with Sokka running the Capital what could possibly go wrong? Secrets come at a price...

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Does Heaven and Hell exist in all dimensions? Or only ours? When Eddie finds himself awake and unharmed, he's trying to figure out if he really did die. He expected to burn in hell, not wake up in some foreign, barren land. What he doesn't expect is to find Chrissy there too, in a vacant world full of monsters and ghosts and no way out. Maybe the key to figuring out where they are, lies with each other and the risks they are willing to take. Are they in the afterlife, or somewhere in between? And if this is the afterlife in some alternate dimension, maybe, just maybe, there's a way back home. But Chrissy is hiding something: she knows how this world works- or at least, she thinks she does. Will she tell Eddie? Or will keeping it a secret protect him from the inevitable? Perhaps they'll find more in each other than they first expected. Join Chrissy and Eddie in their journey navigating the afterlife, their feelings, and obstacles along the way. "Wake Me Up" [A Stranger Things Fanfic]

Burning for someone isn't the same as loving them. He knows that all too well. Marcel Styles was a name everybody knew, but nobody really understood. He's a nerd with a past and a bad boy with a secret. After spending two years over seas, Marcel returns to the states, forcing him to confront the very people he was trying to get away from. The very past he tried leaving behind. When he meets Sofia, he decides that she's given him a reason to become a better person. To take senior year with grace and avoid those that threaten to tear him apart. But old habits die hard in a town this small. And what happens when Marcel's past catches up with him? Is omitting the truth really lying, if it's to protect the one you love? And will Sofa forgive him when she discovers the real reason he left in the first place? With a string of feelings tied up in his past, not only does Marcel need to forgive himself, but also the girl that made his life a living hell. Read "The Chronicles of Marcel" a Harry Styles fanfic Updated Frequently

In Peabody, Massachusetts, Luna Aldridge shares a home with her boyfriend, Kyle Tuttle. Sensing that something is off, she feels a stirring within, a yearning for something beyond. Driven by this, she seeks Laura and Victoria advice, the Salem Witches. The witches, with eyes like chips of ice, and the air around them thick with the scent of old herbs and a faint cackling energy, advise her to write in a journal, believing it will sharpen her psychic senses. Following their counsel, she met Geo. Sunlight glinted off his spectacles as she listens to his advice, schooling her in the craft, while his presence gave her a low hum of warning. The air hummed with an unseen energy. With each sunrise, she explores true magic. As she delved into psychic witchcraft, the drama unfolds through her visions; a swirl of dark images. Kyle's odd actions, a nervous energy she can feel in the air, stokes her suspicion. His every move was a shadow, a secret held tight. Guided by the Salem witches, she refines her psychic abilities and learns to sense psychic energy. Receiving the witch relics following a ritual they performed, she feels a magnetic pull from the relics, even as Kyle confesses to the secrets he had been keeping. Next Series: Little Monster; The Luna Aldridge Series (Part 2) *This story is mature. It contains bullying and some sexual content. It is recommended for 18 years and older. * Copyright © 2023 Jamie Sweet

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

[COMPLETED] Two brilliant engineers, Kwon Jiyong and Lucas, create the advanced Android 0327 Lalisa Manoban. As Lisa prepares to enter a society that forbids robots, her creators become increasingly concerned for her safety. They will stop at nothing to protect her from those who seek to harm her, but as they do, they begin to question Lisa's true purpose.

Highest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christopher Poindexter Previously named 'Things I'll Never Tell The World' A collection of poems I've written over the years. In my spare time I often write poetry, and a friend found some and managed to convince me to publish some on Wattpad. So, here is a collection of my original poems for you to enjoy! Oh, and I do accept reading requests (just leave a comment or message me)!