Never talk to strangers. The rule they give to kids. The rule to protect them. The rule I, even at my 17 years of age, should have followed. I often wonder if I was delusional, I mean who could possibly get tricked so easily. But then again, he managed to trick all the other girls he took. Me. Tamara Jones. Kidnapped. This is my story. The Sequel Is Posted And Is Called 'Eternally His'

*Book One in the "Possessive Creator" series* Lucy has been fearfully running from her creator for almost a decade now. How she had gotten the courage to leave him that night, she had no clue. Escaping the clutches of her possessive creator was an almost impossible task. She wanted freedom, which meant she would no longer have to obey his orders or watch some guy, who had so much as to talk to her, die because her creator didn't want her to be with any other man. As she continues to run from him, she encounters a suicidal guy who she can't seem to abandon. But staying in one place would only mean her creator would find her, putting both her undead life and the guy's life in danger.

[WARNING IT IS BEING EDITED] So, I'm sitting on my couch, watching paranormal activity 4 and spilling popcorn when ever I get scared. Then someone knocks on my door. I open it and standing on my porch a sexy man god. You would think that it would be great that a total hottie maybe 1 year older than you was standing outside your door but what do you do when he suddenly picks you up and carries you to his car and puts you in locking you inside. Well that's what happened to me, I Nicole Davis was kidnapped by a sexy mangod. What the actual hell. [Story will be edited when finished]

"So Sweetheart, What's your price?" I hear a drunkenly dark voice ask. I turn and look at the man talking to me. He looks to be about 60 yrs old and has a gold wedding band on. I scowl at him in disgust. "Listen Mr. I am not a hooker and if I was I sure as HELL wouldn't give you the time of day!" I spat at him. I go to turn back to the bar and He grabs my arm and jerks me sideways, before I get the chance to turn around and knock some sense into this guy, he releases me. When I turn to look, I see another man has grabbed the old guy and is holding him off the ground by his throat! The guy tosses the old man clear to the other side of the club and then begins to straighten his suit. Damn, now I have to thank this nameless guy for helping me out. I go to approach and the guy in question turns around. I am then frozen by a pair of Blue Cobalt eyes.

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

What would you associate with your typical bad boy - good girl cliché? A boy with tattoos, an attitude and, most of all, secrets? A girl who's innocent, naïve, sarcastic as hell, and a pretty much a pushover? But what do we expect most of all? For them to fall in love, marry and have many little bad boy - good girl babies? I'm not going to deny it; this is a bad boy - good girl story. But I am not one to write about an expected cliché. Let's just say that this innocent and naïve girl who's sarcastic as hell and pretty much a pushover has a few underlying secrets that would shock even the best of us. Want to find out what they are? Well don't get your hopes up. This girl wants to live a normal life. A normal, ordinary, average life. Her secrets are locked away in the closed doors of her mind and the key's been thrown away. So the question is; how does this affect our classic, cliché, light-hearted love story? Read and find out.

It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE! With a bestselling book by WWBG, a captivating Webcomic on Webtoon, and a film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios, you can read, scroll, or watch - there's an experience for everyone to dive into Waverly and Blake's journey. ***** In order to fit in during her summer visit to a beachside town, Waverly must take swimming lessons from Blake, the moody (but gorgeous) lifeguard next door. ***** Seventeen-year-old Waverly Lyons is from Alaska. She doesn't do sun. But after her divorced parents can't agree on who gets to have her for the summer, Waverly gets shipped off to Holden, Florida, to spend a couple months with her aunt, Rachel. There's one minor hiccup: Blake Hamilton, Rachel's seventeen-year-old neighbor. He's athletic, outgoing, arrogant, tan, and pretty much Waverly's exact opposite. She's eager to avoid him at all costs, hoping to fit in with the other kids in Holden without drawing too much attention to herself. But when Blake discovers that Waverly has been hiding the rather embarrassing secret that she can't swim, he does the unthinkable: He offers to teach her. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

(The Sequel To Never Talk To Strangers.) "Tamara... I have some news for you." said Officer Carter. He looked nervous, not like his usual happy self. Not like the man who had helped Sophie, Jess and I on that horrendous day. "What is it?" I asked. "Trevor escaped jail..." Officer Carter replied with a grimace. It took me a bit for his words to fully register. Whenever someone called him Trevor it just threw me off. I was so used to calling him Master. I finally clued in and honestly, I wish I hadn't. He escaped. He's out. The words I never thought would be in the same sentence. Trevor escaped jail.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014