Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

After the civil war in 2056, America morphed into a society designed to suppress, stifle & control females across the country. In just a few weeks, Amelia Sayle will be claimed by a Man forever, and have his initials branded onto her wrist. But just when this fate seems inevitable, strange events start occurring around her. Something big is brewing in the distance.

Each and every one of you is very important. Thank you. H. x

A young girl, Scarlet, and her friend, Rose, while having a sleepover, make a life changing decision just out of boredom. Scarlet's life changes, for the good, and bad.

Completing everything on that list was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Not because I lost you, but because I had to learn how to love myself. [commissioned entry for the To The Bone short story contest]

HIGHEST RATING: #66 in Short Story Annabelle lives inside the comfortable walls of a coffeeshop's corner booth. Maverick strives to bring adventure and excitement to every aspect of his life, even his father's office. So what happens when Maverick "accidentally" takes Annabelle's coffee, and they start trading jokes?

"It's funny, really, how in the midst of torturous pain, immense suffering, and looming dread, everything seems to disappear around you. Emotions flea, pain evaporates, and you're left to feel nothing. You don't protest; there's nothing you can do. You just lay there and allow whatever it is to keep doing it, to keep harrowing you. You don't become wracked with sobs; you don't cry out for help; you don't push, shove, or shriek. There's no one to save you. You lay there motionless, almost as if you were in a deep unconscious sleep. Because feeling nothing, is better than feeling something of weary misery and hopelessness. Feeling nothing in the midst of pain was doable; it was tolerable. It's odd, really, that you feel nothing when you are fitfully defeated because it is better than feeling the insufferable pain which insinuates that of a broken soul."

[completed] Harry Styles, quixotic billionaire gang leader of New York, has found a new toy to play with. All the love. x

"You're mine. And no one else's, got that?" Hunter asked looking down at me with a serious expression displayed on his face. Cover by: fatii227 ^_^

a lonely girl, a lonely boy-superstar, one worse than the other; one day collide for the better and worse "Stop saying you aren't a saint, or that you can't do shit, because quite frankly people should call you the cure to depression." He paused looking at me, giving me the same look of regret before he spoke again. "On the other hand, I am depression- and you can't cure depression itself." ------- (( TRIGGER WARNING; if you are triggered easily by self-harm and or depression writings, do not read this book.))