Owned: 1. verb; to have ownership or possession of 2. adjective belonging to or on behalf of specified person. He owned her. She was not free anymore. CBFANFIC

'It was sweet to see her strive to hide what every glance revealed.' - Charlotte Brontë

Our dearly beloved Christopher Brown encounters a girl a lot like him named Savannah Underwood. They don't hit it off right away but they come to like each other of course. They're growing teenagers dealing with teenage things and situations but together. Read the sequel! A Day to Remember

A story about about a girl in love with a guy who barely knows she exsists. They're from to diffrent social groups. He's popular and a social guy whilst she's invisable and hates everybody.

I don't know if its the Hennessy or you, but that's how we started, and now we're addicted, So now its me, Hennessy and you.

Caramia Andrews has known nothing but the streets, and the strip club since she was thirteen. With the motto of "Love isn't anything" she doesn't open up. She doesn't let people in because she knows how they are, at least she thinks she knows. Can anybody change that?

We Could Only Keep It Up For A Little While... DISCLAIMER : IF YOU DO NOT CONDONE SAME SEX RELATIONSHIP, SEXUAL CONTENT ,OR ANYTHING OF THAT MANNER, DO NOT READ THIS. I AM AWARE THAT NO CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ACTUALLY DEPICTED AS THEY ARE IN REAL LIFE. THIS STORY IS FICTION AND STRICTLY FICTIONAL. PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS OR REMARKS. I WOULD KINDLY ASK OF YOU TO SIMPLY NOT READ IT OR ADD IT TO YOU LIBRARIES AND/OR READING LISTS. THANK YOU. Started: August 23,2015 Ended: April 18,2016

Chris and Tamara have been friends for the longest. But when Chris starts to develop feelings, things get crazy. Will fate bring them together? Or will people from the past come in? Find out in "The Way".

"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began reading his notebook. "If the lights shut off and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern. Promise that you will write about me." I wept, wetting up Chris' notebook as I let the rose fall on his casket. The day was too beautiful for such a sad occasion. But, if anything this will be fuel to my fire. I will write about you Chris. And it'll be a damn good book.