Love, Hate, Ego, Time, Silence and their entire neighborhood tend to trap us in their tangled web. They pull us into that web and then eventually gain control over us. Have you ever let someone rule over you? Do you like someone bossing over you? Well, the sane lot would surely say NO!!!! Then has anyone ever wondered why the hell we let these tags overpower us..??? Why do we let them dictate us our stand in life..??? Well, its time to wake up and ask certain questions to these preordained tags. May be these letters might throw some light on how we let these tags manipulate us. Join in to deliver these letters!

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(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION After a devastating accident, trapeze artist Corey Ryder gets stuck living a normal teenage life and attempts to reconnect with the mother she barely knows. ***** As a trapeze artist, Corey Ryder is used to flying high above the rest of the world, but when a tragic accident destroys the only home she's ever known, everything comes crumbling down around her. Forced to stay in the small town of Sherwood, California, she must face the realities of being a normal teenage girl. Attending high school, making friends, and falling in love for the first time are just the beginning, because being back in California means facing a large part of her past she's been trying hard to forget-her mom. Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions of child/domestic abuse

Sequel to "He was Peter Before Pan" Haven, the girl we all know. The girl who lived in Neverland, who was Peter's "Lost girl", and the only person he ever loved. But that was years ago. Now Peter's changed, now he's "Pan", he's evil. What he and Haven once had has been lost forever, Pan no longer loves. Love makes you weak, and he will never fall in love again. Or so he promised. Haven's back in Neverland, her goal in the beginning was to get Henry and get out, but we all know her plans never work out the way she wants them to. Her friends have turned to enemies and she can no longer trust anyone. Her "family" were the ones to put a dagger to her throat, and poison her with dreamshade. The only hope she has of survival in the one and only Peter Pan. But can he save her?

A Once Upon A Time Fan Fiction: A thirteen year old girl is mysteriously found unconscious at the docks in Storybrooke. Together Emma, Snow White, and David work together to find her parents. Along the way they find connections that they never knew of. Authors note: this was written before Greg and Tamara brought Hook back to storybrooke. This story is completed

What if there was a time when Peter Pan wasn't evil, when he was the way every fairy tale book portrayed him? I wouldn't be lying when I said there was. In Maine there is a small town known as Storybooke. You may think you know everything about it, and everyone in it. But I can guarantee you there is one you have not met. 18 year old Haven, was once a girl who never grew up, in a land that is every child's imagination. She's always been an orphan, that was until Snow and Emma took her in. She always refused to tell anyone about her past. And that was only because it involves the one and only Peter Pan. What happens when she joins Emma to find Henry at Neverland?

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.