Girl Apocalypse

My name is Molly, and I am a walking apocalypse. Death on two legs. Life on the streets of Cheshire makes you hard, but it never prepared me for this. It all started when I stole something, nothing more than a pretty trinket that caught my eye (I didn't say I was honest). Later I find out it's a carrier of black magic...

Being the Bad Boy's Victim [SAMPLE: Available for purchase on Amazon]

He leaned in closer, if that was even possible, his spearmint breath fanning across my face. My breathing got caught in my throat as he lowered his mouth to my ear. "You can deny liking me, wanting me, but let's face it- You're like all the rest. You're that good girl who so secretly but desperately wants to c...

Evil (Short Story)

Ouija. It's only a game, isn't it?