The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

This story is for any age who loves a light-hearted and beautifully written fantasy with action, friendship, and fairies. [UPDOOT] Now with some cute little illustrations •.• Just try it U Like It

❝I- what? What are you talking about? Who is this?❞ ❝Well the bathroom stall says that this number is the gateway to a good time, and unless you're trying to say that a bathroom stall is lying to me, I think I need a little more information to be sold. Do you have like a yelp page I could look up? Past customer reviews? How many stars out of five?❞ ❝What are yo- oh my god, I'm going to fucking kill Marie.❞ (alternatively called: a lot of people shit with pens) written in dialogue // cover by xhemmingshugsx

"My Mama hates me. She's jealous of me. She hates me. She hates me." Read at your own caution. This is a dark story.

In which a young girl finds the love and support she never had in a group of young boys. warning: involves serious topics like suicide, eating disorders & self harm !! read at your own risk and remember im here for you. ♡ (discontinued)

Jade- I cut, I cry, I'm everything wrong in life, or at least that is what people tell me otherwise. Jake- I'm a cool ass jock, I bully this girl how awful she is ugh. Will the bully suddenly fall for the bullied depressed girl? Or keep making her life a living hell? All questions will be answered in my story.

Because sometimes one person's wish is another person's battle. [lowercase intentional]

Scars are something that everyone has whether it was from falling down and scraping your knee or a knife slipping and nicking your finger. They tell stories that can't be explained. Sometimes though, scars are more dark than what people think. Instead of a story, they tell a battle; a battle that one is fighting against themselves. Their body will be covered in scars, their wrist, their thighs, even their stomach. All because they are trying to kill the thing inside of them, the thing that keeps them awake at night, the thing that wishes to kill them. I know exactly how that feels. The voices that scream insults at you constantly, they never stop and start to haunt you in your dreams. How would I know? Well lets just say, my skin isn't clear. I'm fighting my battle, and I think I'm losing.