Do you want somebody to understand you? Do you want to feel better? Do you want to find new things and make new but improved opinions ? Do want to enjoy yourself? Open this book up then, if you do. If you don't, just open it anyway.

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

Ranked #409 in poetry. A collection of poems I've written. Some are depressing, some joyful and some you'll just have to decide for yourself! So take a look and enjoy! ********************************************** Milestones: [x] 1k [x] 1.5k [x] 2k [ ] 2.5k #409 in poetry #459 in poetry #786 in poetry #837 in poetry #897 in poetry #905 in poetry

Kenya is on top of the world as one of the world's most successful rising businesswomen. But she quickly learns she can't have it all. Something must give and she has to make a choice between her dreams or the love of her life.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

The moment their eyes locked in the taxi, she knew something wasn't right. There couldn't be much wrong on an innocent ride home. .. but three things were certain: first, he looked sixteen with a taxi license. Second, he was drop dead gorgeous and third... That guilty smile on his face was all the things it shouldn't have been. And with a moment, it told all that she wished not to know. Perfect A student Kloe Tayes had been kidnapped, and kidnapped by a gorgeous taxi thief. But maybe a gorgeous taxi thief isn't her only problem, when her life has been lived on a mountain of lies. Its hard to say which one is good and which one is bad, when both hold guns against her head. Love, betrayal, revenge and action

"Jace Jenson. He's the school bad boy, the type of person who can make your life a living hell if you just so much as look at him wrong. And he just so happens to be in most of my classes." Callie Watt has glided through high school mostly unnoticed. She expects an average life. An easy life. But, is average boring? After a night of crying over a coffee cup, Callie finds herself warming to none other than Jace Jenson. One lie after another leads her to wonder if Jace is everything he says he is, and Callie isn't sure if there is more to the story that meets the eye. But the question is: will Jace be able to fix her broken heart, or will he be the one that breaks it even further?

"P-please don't hurt me" I cried as tears started to roll down my cheeks. A smirked form upon his lips. "We'll see about that babe. Well what's your name?" I became shaken when he came closer to me "Come on tell me your name." "umm S-s-Samantha" He smiled at me. Not a good smile but an evil one "Well Samantha, I'm Jason. You're gonna be my little hostage."

***WATTPAD VERSION. There is a revised version available on Amazon*** [Melkin Series book #1] ════════════════ "Travis?" I asked as softly as I could. He smiled, tweaking the corners of his mouth up. If my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness by now, I wouldn't have caught it. "You're like heaven from the view in hell," he said. ════════════════ Lacey Carson dreamed of experiencing the exciting world outside of the mundane town her father limited her to. Then she met Travis Miller, who was a little more adventure than she was ready for. Join her as she learns about the ups and downs of independence, her own strength, and the gang world she quickly becomes immersed into.

Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.