Dakota Hastings is a 16-year-old girl that is tired of her life. Her overprotective older brothers have annoyed her for years but now that she is a freshman in high school, she is ready to find the place where she shines. Trying to fit in and be happy, Dakota faces many obstacles like her deceased parents, her cruel s...
Halt in the name of hogwarts! If you have not read No More Good Girl, go read it because this is a SEQUEL! If you have, carry on. I'm back! You remember me, Naomi Hensley? Well, I'm Naomi Monroe now. I have five kids, yeah I got pregnant from the honeymoon. *Wink, Wink* ~ You didn't honestly believe that was it, did...
WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. THIS BOOK IS CONFUSING IN THE BEGINNING BUT IT GRADUALLY GETS BETTER. I WARNED YOU. ~ "We're going to be your teachers." Macy said. "For what?" I asked. "To be popular bad asses," Simone said. "No more good girl for you." ~ Naomi Hensley, she was the girl nobody noticed and ass...
Well this is a book about my cp ocs past mixed with some randomness that I thought of. Although no cp characters will be in here personally I'm thinking about making a series to shed some light on it. There are four siblings that teach a lesson, each one holds their own sacred element. But they all are after me, for m...
A BAD BOY STOLE MY BRA is published and no longer available on Wattpad. It is available in multiple languages, including English, French, German, Italian and Indonesian as paperback and e-book internationally. It is also available as an adaptation on the app Episode - 'It Started With a Bra.' This copy has the first 3...
Dear You I miss you You don't remember me (Because you're dead) But I remember you Things are complicated I don't want to live without you I'm half a heart without you brother Love, Genesis your twin *** NOTE: I got inspiration to write this from 11tay99 and her book 'Letters from Peyton'. *** COMPLETED READ SEQUEL...
"Just wondering, Shoemaker. Are you going to tell your parents? Or should I?" When I was little, I was terribly afraid of heights. One day, in a bleak attempt to rid me of this, my father climbed onto the roof of our one story house with me on his back. I may have been hyperventilating, but otherwise I was doing well...