Auch heute hört man es noch: "Typisch Ossi - typisch Wessi." Obwohl der Mauerfall schon so lange her ist, halten sich die Vorurteile hartnäckig. Doch wer kann sagen, woher sie kommen? Eine kurze Geschichte zur deutschen Geschichte. Cover von der lieben carstairsluna ♥

Madison Convay landet nach ihrem vierten Suizidversuch in einer psychiatrischen Klinik. Sie ist überzeugt, für den frühen Tod ihrer ersten großen Liebe verantwortlich zu sein, denn Thomas sucht sie Nacht für Nacht in ihren Albträumen heim. Der Psychologe Dr. Hiram Goldblum, umstrittener Befürworter experimenteller Therapieverfahren und von der Fachwelt belächeltes „Enfant terrible" der Traumforschung, ist ihre letzte Hoffnung auf ein normales Leben. Wird es Madison gelingen, ihre Schuldgefühle zu überwinden und ihren Lebenswillen wieder zu entdecken? Cover by @Azyrit

Meine Kurzgeschichten die vielleicht hinter den Songzeilen stecken könnten. Songvorschläge sind gerne erwünscht. :)

Eine Sammlung von traurigen, gruseligen, humorvollen, actiongeladenen, romantischen oder vollkommen verrückten Kurzgeschichten aus meiner digitalen Feder. Sucht, findet und lest; ich werde so oft ich kann weitere Geschichten schreiben, und es wird für fast jeden etwas dabei sein. Viel Spass

Wie konnte er es wagen, mich so direkt anzusehen? Wer war er denn, um ein hochrangiges, junges Mädchen wie mich so anzublicken? Doch mein Herz machte einen Sprung. Als junges, verwöhntes Mädchen wird Noreen Withey in der Ballettakademie aufgenommen und ist kurz vor der Erfüllung ihres größten Traums. Dem Traum, den sie später ihr Leben nennen wird. Aber was ist, wenn dein Traum eigentlich nicht das ist, was du wirklich willst? Zur Beerdigung eines Jugendfreundes kehrt Noreen zurück in ihre Heimat und beginnt sich zu erinnern ... Es muss nicht offensichtlich sein, um wahr zu sein. *I do not own any rights on this picture*

...und andere Meinungen, die mich Follower kosten würden wenn ich welche hätte oder: Interview mit mir selbst Hier ein paar Fragen, die sich einem geistig mehr oder weniger gesunden Menschen (Mir!) nach einigen Monaten relativ passiver Wattpad-Erfahrung aufgedrängt haben, und die Antworten, die sich dieser geistig mehr oder weniger gesunde Mensch (Ich!) darauf gegeben hat. Natürlich ist das meine Meinung, und ihr dürft gerne eine Andere haben.

Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford. ***** Maya has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designer: Ren T. Photographer: Michelle Lancaster Model: Jaxon Human

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*