I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"

All Quinn Casey wants is a fresh start. She thinks that's what she gets when she moves to small city Crestfield, but she couldn't be more wrong. New friends, boys (as in plural), an anonymous texter, and a dark past, all make Quinn's new start anything but fresh.

#102 Highest Ranking In Horror 3/21/2017 #219 Highest Ranking In Short Story 1/29/18 "He knocked very delicately for a man of his stature, hulking as he was at six foot four with wide shoulders and big, hairy knuckles. When I asked how I could help him, he reached into his coat pocket, withdrew an envelope, and held it out to me." ~ What if you received a letter with a stamping from the St. Louis Correctional Facility? Yes, a letter from jail, from Jeffrey Wilkins whom was, in blunt terms, a serial killer who got himself incarcerated for the murder of his wife and two children. Frightening isn't it? Well, that's exactly what happened to Heinz Amsel, who had received a hand-given letter from the murderer right out of the blue, along with the presence of an unknown man. What did this letter say? The man that tagged along most likely had no idea what Heinz was reading, everything read cringe-worthy and bringing fear to the innocent. It will only be a mystery what these letters say when Heinz receives one each day. ⚠ WARNING: This book has some psychopathic thoughts that may bring trauma to some readers, along with some graphic imagery. Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Jasper's voice was like waiting for rain during a drought. You got excited when the clouds went grey, hoping the sky would open and quench your thirst. Even a cool breeze felt like a tease. Every time Jasper opened his mouth it was the same one single drop from a leaking faucet. Yet it was never enough. He was mine. My dear deaf boy. I know you see me. I know you can see me call for your attention. I know you can feel my heart pound and my hands shake when I come near. You don't have to be able to hear to understand these three words. I love you. Do you hear me now?

#28 Highest Ranking In Teen Fiction 3/31/2017 Previously known as "Eliazer King" | Not your cliché Teen Fiction story It's funny how one flaw can bring down a person's entire status of physical attractiveness, that goes for Eliazer King who is without a doubt an attractive individual. Unfortunately, mankind doesn't think he's irresistibly gorgeous at all. Eliazer King is an abnegation to society because of one, simple flaw. Eliazer's right eye compared to that of a demonic child- frightening and disturbing. His right eye is as white as a pearl and that blemish is the only reason why people think of him as an oddity and embarrassment. Being a lone wolf is something he experienced for as long as he can remember because of his given imperfection. Poor Eliazer will never forget the day he became visually impaired; ever. Once Eliazer meets the peculiar Bryn Atkinson, questions and revelations begin to arise. Bryn knew she was stuck to Eliazer the minute she looked at his eye; the eye of wonder. She always said "Beauty is only skin deep", but soon enough, she learns there's more meaning to Eliazer's eye of wonder. So it's like they say, Curiosity killed a cat. But she has nine lives. ~ Eliazer (e-lie-zir) Atkinson (at-kin-sin) Copyright © All Rights Reserved

I fell in love with everything about him. His charm, his smile, that telling smirk, the way he looks at me, the darkness in him, absolutely everything. And he fell in love with me. My stubbornness, my often over the top attitude, my uncanny ability to find the good in things, my demons, my past, everything about me. We fell in love. Maybe that's where we messed up. Two people so strong willed and twisted. We're a disaster waiting to happen. A calamity. *Sequel to Mr.Reynolds*

I got this job and moved here thinking it was only temporary. The job was temporary. My apartment was temporary. The city was temporary. The sex was temporary. But then time kept dragging on and I had to admit that maybe none of it was temporary. . . The more views this gets I feel the need to reiterate there is a sequel called Calamity!

#1 in roommates tag 03|12|2018 #2 in new adult tag 12|12|2018 #3 in drama tag 23|06|2019 *Originally titled 'The Art of the Bartender's Heart'* "Can I help you?" I snapped, arching a brow. The man in front of me gave me a lopsided smirk, "Feisty. I like that." I rolled my eyes, sipped my drink and narrowed my eyes at the bartender, "Shouldn't you be doing your job?" "There's other things I could be doing," he responded with a wink. He started pouring another drink, "Got a name?" "Audrey." The man gave me a wicked grin, "I'm Nathan." A/N: This is a mature New Adult romance!

"So, you're a stripper?" "Yup." Molly is struggling to stay on her feet. After her mom leaves, she's left to take care of her little brother, and since they're on the verge of being homeless, she's forced to get a job outside of McDonald's. A strip club to be specific. Between shifts where she takes off her clothes for guys, she still has to go through high school, alone, and unhappy. But when a cute, and kinda dopey, guy who knows her from both of her lives seems interested, it just adds more to her heaping plate- a little too much for her to handle. Highest ranking: #9 in teen fiction.

When devastating circumstances caused Scarlett Hudson to leave her home town she never imagined that another tragedy would force her to return three years later and the past she had tried so desperately to bury would start clawing its way out. If all that wasn't enough, her former bestfriend Hunter Adams, the person whose betrayal had cut her the deepest three years ago, seems hell bent on doing everything in his power to win her trust again. As secrets from the past begin to unravel Scarlett is forced to question everything she once believed in.