It seemed all of a sudden...like he was here one second and gone the next. But since then, I've never been the same. You know what they say, once it's broken, it will never be the same again. I just, i don't understand..I think I'm losing my mind...why did you leave me? I can't bear to live without you. Why Kyle, why..?

They Said It Was An Accident... Sawyer Dodd is a star athlete, a straight-A student, and the envy of every other girl who wants to date Kevin Anderson. When Kevin dies in a tragic car crash, Sawyer is stunned. Then she opens her locker to find a note: You're welcome. Someone saw what he did to her. Someone knows that Sawyer and Kevin weren't the perfect couple they seemed to be. And that someone—a killer—is now shadowing Sawyer's every move... "What a ride! Full of twists and turns—including an ending you won't see coming!"—April Henry, New York Times bestselling author of The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die I will be posting new chapters of Truly Madly Deadly every WEDNESDAY as a run-up to the release of my brand new thriller See Jane Run (JAN 2014). Enjoy!

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Niall Horan was in a car accident. A bad one. He can't remember anything of who he was or used to be. He tries to remember but nothing is coming back to him so he starts a new life. He meets new friends who are actually his old ones, re-introduces himself to his family and falls deeply in love. But there is one problem, the woman he falls for is married.

One post will change everything... Playful Bailey Grant and practical Megan Farrell are best friends... until Bailey starts ditching Megan for virtual quality time with a boy she meets online. Megan doesn't trust Ryder West and thinks Bailey's making a big mistake.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

"You're not going to run?" Her voice shocked me. It was so angelic, every word sounding musical and like honey. It wasn't vicious in the least bit. The way she spoke sounded sweet and gentle, as if she wasn't about to kill me. "No," I tried to reply, though it was barely a whisper. Somehow, she heard me. Her lips turning into a genuine smile, but even the sight of that didn't distract me from her eyes, which were slowly turning from black to red. The bloody color swirled in her pitch black orbs, until they were fully dominated by the striking glow, making it obvious she wasn't human. But I already established that. In the blink of an eye, she wasn't six feet away from me anymore. She was close enough to touch, her body pressed up against mine as I felt her small cold hand caress the crook of my neck. I swallowed, trying to say something, but my throat was too dry to speak. I couldn't even sum up a single thought as she leaned in, her nose running along my neck as she inhaled. "Mmmm," she murmured, her head leaving my neck as she looked up to face me. "Don't be scared, human," she caressed my cheek, the coldness making me shiver. Her tongue dampened her lips, which gave me perfect view of the elongated teeth that were now there, "It won't hurt for long."

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

(IN EDITING) Hi. I'm Nicole Miller and I've been in foster care since I was born seventeen years ago. I've moved around a lot to say the least. Over the years I've been used, abused, and sexually harassed by my various foster parents. Now, I'm moving again. I never know quite what to expect. All I know about this new family is that their last name is Styles, or something along those lines. For some reason my caseworker really thinks I'll like these people. And I really hope she's right.