[BEING PUBLISHED BY FRAYED PAGES X WATTPAD BOOKS IN 2026] [WATTYS 2018 WINNER - THE HEARTBREAKERS] They say "the cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea..." Natalie doesn't believe it. In fact, Natalie doesn't believe in much. Not until Brooklyn gives her something to believe in. [extended summary i...
Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her bac...
Every Tuesday during football practice, sixteen year old Sem Bolton finds himself stealing glances at the gorgeous college boy jogging down the path next to the fields. He was his dirty little secret. His guilty pleasure. His unobtainable fantasy: safe and distant on the other side of the chainlink fence. Then, throu...
"Why are you single?" he asks. "Well," I begin, "I'm annoying, I'm Damon Salvatore's sister, and I've been in a tomb for the last 145 years," I say. He stares at me with utter shock or disbelief, perhaps even both. "Did I mention I'm Damon's sister?" ______________________ BOOK ONE OF THE EVERLASTING SERIES WINNER...
[PREQUEL TO AN EVERLASTING SERIES] "I spent 150 years looking for you, and now that you're here, I'll never let you go." Before the tomb, before the collapse of the other side, there were two people, born centuries apart. One was living through betrayal, while the other was often forgotten. One grew up with the most...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...
"You know I love you right?" Harry questions sternly while holding my face. "Yes." I breathe out. "Good because I'm going to fuck you like I don't." ------EXPLICIT CONTENT------