Saint, that's her chosen name and if she has her own way no one would know her real one. If she has her own way a lot of things would happen, her mom would have never left, she would be normal and she would get to be with Nika. Yup, she's just another teenager in Toronto, she has a best friend to die for and a massive crush, the kind that makes you feel high on drugs and want to die at the same time. Just another teen... except her crush is a girl. Nika, Italian, hot and a big tease. Saints just trying to survive high school and she almost does too, until Nika decides to have a little fun.

Hey, this is my first story. Still getting used to Wattpad :) Sheryl has just moved to town and meets Krystel. They get really close and become great friends. Will their friendship turn into more though? Enjoy :D Attention: This is a book about two girls falling in love so if you can't stand such an outcome, don't read it. ;)

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

Alex is no princess. Her life is no fairy tale. She has gone from home to home ever since her parents were killed. Her life changes when she is brought with a rich and powerful family. Alex never meant for them to like her. She never meant to fall for the hottest girl in school, Kylie. Her life is changing faster than she ever thought possible, but can she over come the obstacles in her way so she can finally be happy? Saving Alexandria the sequel to SBAW is already up