She has skin like porcelain. He is a shade like bronze. But when all their differences are put to the side... The Brown Boy and The White Girl indulge in the sparks between them. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #3 |

In which a sarcastic girl with a secret fear of touching meets a rebellious, lilac haired boy who can't seem to keep his hands off her. (last updated 2020)

It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE! with a published book, a captivating Webcomic on WEBTOON, a published graphic novel, and an upcoming film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios in Partnership with Stampede. Read, scroll, or watch - Enjoy this romance in any way you like. Stay tuned for film release updates! Basketball star Caleb Lockhart had it all - until a chance encounter with a mysterious woman in red changed everything. For the first time in his life, Caleb wanted something; something he could never have. ***** College heartthrob Caleb Lockhart is the last person a girl like Veronica Strafford should be involved with. Intelligent and ambitious, with good reason to be cynical of the world, Veronica refuses to be the campus player's next conquest, even after a chance encounter sparks an undeniable attraction between them. But with nowhere to stay, and running from recent tragedy, Veronica finds herself leaning on someone else for the first time. Caleb has never wanted something like this before and he's determined to pursue her, even as the secrets of their pasts threaten to break them apart. Book 1 in the Red series

❝Why won't you tell me your name?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

Don't let them devour you. *** "Werewolves aren't real." "What if they are? What if we're both werewolves?" "Don't be ridiculous, we all know that they aren't. Dude, are you high right now?" I heard a growl rumble from his chest and suddenly, in front of me stood a massive dark brown wolf. All I could think of is why the hell am I not running, instead here I was admiring the creature's blue eyes. "Holy shit." He walked towards me and I lost it, I let the darkness take over. *** Hello, this is still the same book, Just Another Werewolf Story. Copyright © scourgify 2013 Cover by me c: *** #135 in Werewolf ; #181 in Humor ; #99 in Supernatural (big love to you guys!)

❝wanna see my dick?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

All I wanted was to learn how to play the guitar. I never asked for my teacher to be a boy in the worlds biggest boyband. But I'm not complaining.

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

Phoenix Embry is a 17 year old girl who is caught in a world filled with hate and suffering. To the naked eye, her life may seem normal... even her closest friends are unaware of her dangerous situations at home. Although she smiles and tries to stay happy throughout the day... as the sun sets and the world turns dark and cold, Nix spends many nights huddled under her blankets, or hiding from her step father in her closet. Sometimes she can fight him off... some nights if he's too drunk she can even evade him... however, from time to time he catches her and rips the innocence from her body time after time. Things get even worse when he enlists his own son, Nate, to help him torture her. Everett is a foreign exchange student from Ireland, he happens to live just down the street from her, and they even share classes together... however, in the three years that he's lived in her town they haven't spoken a word. Although they don't have a traditional relationship, Phoenix has grown quite an attachment to the friendly Irishman; for the past year and a half, she has been slipping letters into his locker... sharing her secrets with a complete stranger. Over the past 8 months, she's taken to cutting and slicing her body in an attempt to numb the emotional pain. She keeps it well hidden until one day at school he almost catches her slipping a note into his locker. What will happen when he sees the angry marks on her skin? Will he connect the dots and figure out that she's the girl in his letters? Will Ev be willing to accept the horrors of her past... scars and all? *Graphic Content* This story deals with self-harm, and will also include: violence, offensive language, drug use, and sexual content.

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.