For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

(Not continuing) After a traumatising accident and in need of inspiration for her new write, Rae decided to pack her bags, and leave to travel. When her silent and still world gets rocked (literally!) well maybe pebbled, can she finally bring her walls and safety fences down? A mild and short romance story that may or may not be interesting :D

"Why are you acting like this?" "Acting like what? I'm living." "By ruining everyone else's life in the mean time. Do I even mean a damn thing to you anymore?" His voice is like sandpaper, scratching across the deepest part of my soul, but he's partially right. I don't care. I haven't cared in a long time. I just don't understand why he can never take a hint . . . Is it really that hard? I shift my weight from my left side to the right, my arms are crossed defensively over my abdomen as I try and take in all that's been said before hand. Not to mention, I need to learn how to explain things better . . .Right? Obviously I am not doing such an amazing job at that one, either. "I haven't ruined anyone's life, Adam. I'm finally realizing who I am . . . And I love it. I wish you could be the same." I say, finally loosening my posture up. "Right. I'm not anyone--Because I don't matter. Because our future doesn't mean shit to you." "I wish you the best, Adam. I really do, but I don't think we have a future anymore."

**WARNING: This story contains some slight sexual content. ** **Read at your own risk. ** The feeling of the sun, shining on my clear skin almost was enough to make my heart skip a beat. Is that wrong? Of course not! We're not all robots. We don't all connect those feelings to a certain kind of love . . . I'm talking love love. Love as in, being in love with another human being. See, me, I was in love with something, not someone. . . That something was the sand, sea, and surf. Not to mention a couple of poles with a volleyball net spread between them and a nice ball. However, soon my whole life was going to change. The game I never knew, the game I was so unfamiliar with, was turning on me in every way, shape, and form : leaving me left with the remnants of a broken, and confused heart.

[WINNER OF BEST HISTORICAL FICTION STORY IN THE FICTION AWARDS] There is a story that has been whispered into ear after ear across many countries. It's a sad but hopeful story, the story of The Lost Princess of Scotland. You should know that the story I am about to tell you is true. The horrific events within said story are real, however I should inform you that some details have been altered and exaggerated over the passing years so believe as much as you wish... ~~~ Seventeen years after the tragic attack on the Scottish Kingdom, Rosalie is leading a simple life with her Aunt and Uncle in England. Their lives are soon turned upside down when an unwelcome visitor calls upon their cottage. Running for her life Rose stumbles upon the help of Georgiana, Princess of England. Introduced to a whole new way of life, Rose finds herself falling for Georgiana's older brother, Alexander. Lust and power are a dangerous combination and Rose soon finds herself caught in the middle of a treacherous plot. The Kingdom may not be the safest place to stay after all. [[word count: 50,000-100,000 words]]

2015 © S A F I E They never did fall into love. They were forced to marry each other for the sake of their companies. He hated her impulsive and silly ways. She hated his principles and the he way acted so authoritarian with his moods shifting uncontrollably makes her want to scream. But all of these lasted for only two years; many things can happen in that span of time and there's nothing that can prepare them with what Fate has in mind. With the divorce papers blocking their view, his hectic office schedules, her raging hormones and not to mention, a vengeful ex-girlfriend, how would Elle and Gabriel survive the odds? Is Elle going to agree to end the contract and leave Gabe so she can live her dreams? Or is she going to fight for her right and stay as "THE BILLIONAIRE's WIFE"

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.

Her enemy is her passion, her passion is her enemy… Lindsey Paxton was once the number one defense attorney in New York. She fought for those who were innocent, but charged. Her instincts were her lifeline, never failing her, as they guided her in her choices of who to defend. Or so she thought. Until she won a case she would forever wish to have lost. Her client, an accused rapist, kills and rapes a woman only a day after being set free. Destroyed by her role in the woman’s death, Lindsey blames her father’s controlling ways for what she has become, and runs from her career and life. Years later – the past becomes the present . . . Her father has cancer, and Lindsey is forced to leave her career with the Washington branch of the FBI. She finds herself facing the responsibility of running her father’s law firm with the reluctant help of hotshot attorney Mark Reeves, a man who sparks her temper while also managing to tempt her heart, while setting her body on fire! With his help she finds herself fighting the emotional battles of the past, tempted to trust both him and her instincts. Now, faced with a case inherited from her father so similar to her career-ending one, she now must decide if her instincts will lead her down the path to saving an innocent man or setting free another killer. But while she fights her own battles, someone watches, wanting from the past what he had failed to get the first time . . . Lindsey. ***Previously released as “Hidden Instincts.”*** --- Content Warning --- The story you are about to read is intended for mature readers due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion. ***There is also a free novella ONE DANGEROUS NIGHT in the same series already complete here on WATTPAD***