'Hello my precious Paisley,' I greet maliciously. She looks startled and quickly averts her eyes to the ground. 'Oh sweetheart, are you seriously gonna eat that? Look at yourself. You're big enough,' I say, referring to her weight. Paise frowns at the ground before throwing her muffin into a nearby trashcan. I see a tear roll down her left cheek. 'Are you crying now? How adorable,' I say, taking a step closer. 'Those were compliments, I haven't even started yet, sweetheart.' Paise quickly wipes her eyes with the back of her black, chubby hand. 'Please. L-leave m-me alone,' she stutters. 'Please.' ____________________________________________ Can a bully and its victim find love? Read the ultimate story about how opposites do attract. "Hiatus"

"This is our secret and if you squeal, I'll make you regret your entire life." Darren whispered in my ear. The feeling of his breath made my skin tingle at his thick accent. Juliana Garrett has decided in order to get a boyfriend, she would have to stand out like a fish out of water. But what happens when the boy she would never think liked her wanted her all to himself? And what happens when he takes everything away that she's ever loved in order for her to love him? High school is almost over but will she eventually drop her panties for this hot psycho?

(Interracial Story) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! A LOT OF MISTAKES PLUS I WAS LIKE 14 WHEN I WROTE THIS. NEEDS A LOT OF REWRITING. Athena is a beautiful young black girl. Her best friend is a handsome white boy named Ian. They have been bestfriends since toddler days. What happens when Ian finally steps up to the plate and asks her out. Will she find out a few big secrets about him. Will she learn to accept them or will she have a hard time doing so. Will telling her open up a few cans of worms and put her in danger. Or will some Bitch try to ruin everything. BTW THERES A SHIT TON OF HOLES IN THIS STORY DONT JUDGE.

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION I am Aramis Rayne. Immortal. Full-time familiar. Short-term goal: Rescue my boss from total annihilation. And how to do that? I'm going to need a miracle.

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil. I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds impossible? You haven't seen the worst part yet.

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.