(STERLING SERIES # 1) - Daphne Dennings thought she could finally tick off "Have sex with a random stranger" on her bucket list. She realized the next morning that it wasn't a one-night stand after all. After meeting that cute guy on the top deck of her cousin's yacht wedding reception at Saint Tropez, Daphne wishes she could meet another guy just like him. Five years later, she bumps into the very same person she hooked up with back at her cousin's wedding. To her surprise, the guy she hooked up with was none other than one of Forbe's most eligible bachelors, Vincent Sterling. And this eligible bachelor wants her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The story launched on the Radish Fiction app - June 29, 2021 - No longer available. This story is only posted on Wattpad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ C O N T E N T / T R I G G E R W A R N I N G S ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sexual themes Drugs Swearing Suicide Character death Knife Gun Alcohol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Formerly What Vincent Wants. Changed on 06.20.2021 CREDIT: Photo by Asad Photo Maldives from Pexels ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❤ P O S T E D - 05.24.15 - 11.27.19 #3 (Romance - 10.29.15)

(First book of the series - cos people keep on missing my sequel announcement 😭) Cassandra Johnson is Pixie. Pixie is Cassandra Johnson. She's the same girl who's leading two extremely different lives. Nobody would suspect the school's nerd as Pixie. 'Cause Pixie's a street fighter badass and the nerd does not have a single badass bone in her body. The chances of people discovering this peculiar secret is close to none but of course this is where fate inserts the certified new boy into the equation and makes an exception for him. Warning: heavy flow of profanities ahead. - and tears - or so I've heard.

Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.