“Well hey there, at least buy me dinner first.” I could feel Aaron's eyes burning through the back of my head as he stared down at me. Down. Towards his crotch. I was face to crotch with Aaron Cross. --- Life is full of Awkward moments; unfortunately for Blake Miller, her life is just one big Awkward moment. From bein...
Book Two of the Scary Tales: A Killer Serial As the Scary Tales saga continues, Grouchy and his motley crew of survivors find the human village of Abundance overrun with Snow’s zombies. Grouchy gains an unlikely partner in the treacherous Queen Adara, who gave his beloved Snow that wicked apple. Adara agrees to help G...
Death is My BFF is now published as a Hardcover, Paperback, and E-book with W by Wattpad Books! As Wattpad reader you can access the original rough draft version here, and published version details inside. This is a VERY rough, early draft of "Death is My BFF" and the published version looks very different! :) ...
Madness can only be written in blood. //#1 in Horror, #1 in Action, #34 in Humour and WATTY AWARD WINNER: One of the Most Addictive Stories of 2014 and Featured Story//A Horror Comedy by 8tracks// You can't spell 'manslaughter' without 'laughter'. An adventure in which she takes great pleasure in seeing a whole...
Renee Griffin is gorgeous, loveable, undeniably popular, and has an uncanny ability of getting everything she wants. She is a cunning seductress, a loving daughter, a prima donna, and a cold-blooded murderer. This is not a story for the faint hearted. This is the story of a 21st Century psychopath. "'You've killed,' h...
it's a sigh, a kiss blown from one lover to the next, a desperate way to fix all the wrongs in the world, when nothing about it can be changed. it's a soft caress, similar to the tender looks and smiles exchanged by the hopeless romantics. it's an excuse, used to escape from the harsh reality of the catastrophes occur...
A game of Seven Minutes in Heaven turned into my personal Hell. I didn't know the first boy I'd kiss, I'd kill. But I couldn't help it. The feeling, the power it gave me as I drained the life from his body was amazing. But when he dropped to a heap on the floor in front of me, his eyes open and unseeing, I screame...
Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all hap...