★ Wattpad Featured: #FreshReads #InHerWords2022 ❝You're not taking me to bed. Ever.❞ ❝...Who said it had to be on a bed?❞ A disgraced immortal and a legendary folk hero are desperate to locate a blacksmith who can break the enchanted handcuffs that bind them before they drive each other absolutely mad. Or kiss. Whichever comes first. (spoiler alert: they don't.) SONGS OF OURSELVES Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved

❝You have exactly one year to kill me and not a single day more.❞ ❝And what happens if I don't murder you exactly as you demand, princess?❞ ❝I'll demand a full refund. Customer dissatisfaction guaranteed.❞ melanie enderby can't bear the thought of ending her life. so she hires an internet assassin to do it for her. then the universe brings her phillip knox, a quirky photographer who wears rose-tinted sunglasses and somehow talks her out of it. melanie doesn't want to love him. knox knows he shouldn't crave her. but they're drawn together for reasons they can't explain. because knox is a sweet mystery, a loveable conundrum, and quite possibly... her soulmate? unfortunately, melanie's already married to her first soulmate. and now that she's changed her mind about dying, she can't seem to get a hold of her assassin. an assassin who just might be the man she fell in love with. it's a race against time. hop in. [zoom] Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved

Just scattered fragments of poetry and random musings. The topics aren't pretty, so read at your own discretion.

The story of your sexual capitulation told by the bloodthirsty supervillain who discovered your secret identity, ruined every chance of you maintaining a normal functioning relationship, and is kinda-sorta (without a doubt, definitely) obsessed with you. ***** Your name is Hector Jean-Baptiste. By day you're an upstanding college student: rugby star, stellar Haitian son, autism activist. By night you're Makeshift, an electrokinetic powerhouse hailed as the greatest superhero of our generation. Keeping your beloved alter ego a secret shouldn't be an issue, but recently your sadistic archnemesis, Vortex, can't seem to grasp the importance of personal space... Basically, the deadliest villain in the world disguises himself as a charming barista intending to seduce, corrupt, and destroy America's favorite poster boy (AKA You) only to fall dangerously in love with the kind-hearted man (Also You) behind the mask instead. Whoops? ★ Featured during #CelebrateBlackStories, #BlackPride2021, and #WrittenwithPride2021 ★ Wattpad Certified Fresh Read CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, mild violence, sensual themes, and mentions of racism and homophobia.

Different and unsettling short horror stories at each chapter. ALL of the stories in here are 100% penned by me. Please respect this. Do not steal and use it as your own or repost this somewhere else. Regardless of credit given, it still infringes copyright. So don't. Some of them are based off my own personal experiences or my very own nightmares. The rest of them are simply from the inner workings of my own thoughts. Names in chapters that are based on my personal experiences have been changed to protect the identity of my friends and loved ones. Copyright © 2017 - 2025 Written work is 'All rights reserved'. No written part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. Book cover image is from Pixabay. Credit to the original artist.

A little snippet of some pretentious writing.

AFTER THE SMOKE CLEARED AND MANHUNT BEGAN BEAN PROMISED HIMSELF HE'D NEVER KILL AGAIN... ..:::.. Set where the Urban edge mingles with the Suburban sprawl, Kay Elle's second novel follows the story of Olive and Bean Downes -- scrappy siblings forced to flee their home and hide deep in the city after an assassination gone wrong. Over the course of two weeks they'll encounter citizens just as colorful as the country they live in, complete with a bigoted fruit enthusiast, a corrupt concierge, a stingy gun peddler, and a Korean mercenary named Elmo. It's an America where oranges are valued more than gold and homemade lip balm is as addictive as crack. It's an exploration of loyalty, glamorous nightclubs, and the well meaning pastors who inhabit them. The Illumination of Sorrow is a raw, touching story about weird love, old wallets, and the humor that can be found in true meaning of sorrow.

"Don't tell me you love me. Save it for your girlfriend." Rosaline eased him back onto the bed. Her molten eyes never left his. A clutch of black rope hung over her shoulders like a python. "If you're not my girlfriend then what are you?" It was a joke, but not really. He needed her to define him in concise terms, to stretch his finite limits in a world that'd labeled him "too much" and "too dangerous" since the day he could walk. She had to give him permission by degrees. In mind-blowing hedonistic excess. Until he was glowing and weary and blissed and exhausted and couldn't remember his own name. But only hers. Rosaline. Sebastian automatically spread his legs so she could stand between them and had trouble remembering a more debilitating arousal than this. She unbuttoned his cream dress shirt, unconcerned. His gaze touched where his hands couldn't. Control was hers and hers alone. "I got a better question." Rosaline teasingly drug a leather strap across his cheek as she straddled his lap. "What do *you* want?" Bas was a man of simple needs and even simpler desires. He could deny her nothing. It burned him to admit as much. "....You." He growled with heat, and a bit of borrowed shame. "I want *you.*" [Black/Latinx, Fem Domme, BDSM Lite, for older audiences]

The story should have ended when the Jack Ford and her friends were exposed as the city vigilantes. The story should have ended when they were at the mercy of the corrupt mayor of Davenport City. Instead, they become a ragtag team, working with unlikely allies, saving the city that had become a prison. A plot that extends beyond the city limits threaten to shake up everything they have known, but how can they expect simple children to stop it all? Pulled in two different directions and tormented by her own mind, Jack is all but powerless to watch her world crumble to dust, unless they manage to get their act together. The story has barely begun. Even with the world at stake, it's going to take a lot more than that to make these seven super-powered teens work together.

We keep hating on stereotypical characters. But no one ever bothers about how these characters feel about acting out the role they were meant to play. See things from the perspective of different cliche stereotypes characters. Let's break open cliches and see why they do what they do.