[Completed] Sometimes, exes come back, and so do forgotten feelings. And if the universe hates you enough, it's your girlfriend's first love who shows up. And as much as you try not to, you end up screwing up. Then your once guarded and secure 2-year relationship ceases to feel that way anymore. It's always been about chasing the girl who's taken. This time, it's about the one who's losing the girl, and the journey of trying to win her back. (Copyright © 2016 by vanillaVDE; I do not own any of the photos used for the story. Message me if they are yours so I can take them down or give you credit. ❤️)

[Completed] Lemonade and Other Gay Shit: an essentially plotless compilation of random conversations and text messages between two lesbians. Lemon \'le-mən\ (n.) : a product that does not work the way it should "Did you know that you can light shit up with lemons?" "Why would you light shit up? How the fuck do you even light shit up?" "Not literal shit, Sarah." "Oh." - (Copyright © 2016 by vanillaVDE)

Fresh out of law school, Sutton is eager to climb the ladder at her new job. But on her first day of work, she comes face to face with an unexpected colleague--her ex-best friend and first love, Ada. Forced to work together, Sutton and Ada must untangle the complicated feelings they've always had for each other--feelings that may lead them back to friendship, or even to something more.

Irony {noun} - a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often wryly amusing as a result. Khloe Matthews had never really considered how ironic her life was until she died. At parties, the head cheerleader would do something BIG to get revenge. If this meant spreading secrets and telling lies then she would do it. How ironic is it that Khloe used parties as a way of ending her peers' social lives and in turn someone used her own end of summer party to end her life? The sad thing is that Khloe didn't even really see it coming, but as she recounts her story, it becomes increasingly obvious that her so called 'friends' did. Now her friends will have to learn that just because the bitch is dead, it doesn't mean she's gone. Who said you had to be alive to get revenge? graphic by @obsessedhumor- [highest ranking = #1 in mystery & thriller {29/12/15}] All Rights Reserved Copyright © longtimegone Steal my work-face my wrath.

Say hello to the perfection of Cybele- tall, gorgeous, millionaire. She's a supermodel by day and a kidnapper extraordinaire at night. When she took Princess Talia from the castle one night, the whole country was sent into chaos. Princess Talia was the only successor to the throne, and her absence baffled the kingdom. Nobody knew that Cybele was the culprit, and no one would be able to guess her reason for it. Only she knew. Watch Cybele, both our hero and villain for the story as she struggles to fulfill her wishes while trying to keep her feelings for the Princess in check.

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

Jordan Jenkins knew she'd found the one true love of her life at the tender age of sixteen. For four years, it was a long honeymoon phase, filled with love, laughter and happiness. But as they grew up, the added responsibility came with added pressure. Taylor walked in on Jordan in the arms of another woman, ended the relationship and after a brief rebound romance, she fled town and relocated to London. Now, five years later, Taylor is back. Jordan's Interior design firm is hired to remodel Taylor's penthouse. Married to a powerful businessman and a mother of a beautiful four-year-old girl, Jordan walks into Taylor's bedroom and five years of distance and separation begin to shimmer as the love the two women once felt for each other awakens with a disastrous vengeance. Copyright © 2014 by Kerry Belchambers All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

It was a dark night that left a shadow over Jessica's sixteenth birthday. And from within the inky darkness she couldn't have possibly seen her coming; Kay. Not much of a name but one hell of a woman. Everything about her had Jessica entranced from the get go, but even her vibrant red hair and glimmering silver eyes, had nothing on that smile....

What if the only thing that plagued your mind was the one who stole your first kiss? What if that mysterious girl who you shared your problems with has a dark past and secrets than you ever thought? Mabel Sanders was never the outgoing type. She kept her nose deep into her books and mesmerized the walls of her room perfectly yet this night somewhat called to her. Sung to her soul--so to speak--to embrace the world outside her books and lavish the life of a teenager. But what if this night, she meets a girl. A girl with haunting eyes piercing her very own. A girl with tattoos inked on her skin and a dark vibe. A girl who's touch electrify Mabel's skin bathing her in warmth and welcoming tingles. Just one meeting, Mabel's mind is invaded by the nameless girl. Until she realizes this nameless girl is not only her older brother's best friend but bad news. Serious bad news. With random blind dates, seriously bad mood swings, and ex girlfriends come-a-knocking, Mabel's quiet life is suddenly turned upside down when Kat keeps invading her thoughts and her personal space... © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved

She was different. She didn’t fit in with the rest of us with her pale white skin that made her appearance more pronounce and eerily beautiful or those strange mismatched eyes of hers that seemed as if it seen too much. Each time I saw her, she was often alone either sitting on the bench underneath the weeping willow tree reading a book or always around that petite girl who seemed fragile next to her. I don’t know what is it with this particular girl who never once sported a smile but always with that hard expression that intrigued me. Mesmerized with the way she moved stealthily through the halls, I knew this little fascination I had of her was going to get me into serious deep trouble. The question was…how deep will my grave be to seek that trouble of fascination? © Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved