I woke up to the sun blinding my eyes through the shades. I groaned and turned over as I was face to face with black haired best friend's sleeping figure. I sat up and looked around the room to realize I was in a strangers room.....and I was naked. I screamed which caused my best friend Lia to wake up. I always known Lia was a lesbian and she would occasionally flirt with me but she has never made a move on me. Did I just sleep with my best friend? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Be warned, possible triggers in this story.

"Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song" - "Obviously," She started. There was a nervous shake in her voice that made me tilt my head in her hands. "Obviously you don't understand the agreement." She repeated after quickly composing herself. I rolled my eyes, but let her continue. "Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go." She told me sternly. Her thumbs grazed my cheeks and heat rose on my skin where she touched. I couldn't tell if this was just Sophia being caring or if she was maybe feeling more. My brain told me that this was all a friendly gesture, but my body and it's stupid hormones were telling me that it was something more. And your brain can never really overcome true instincts. I moved closer towards her, shrinking the already limited space between us. This time it was Sophia's turn to blush which only made my smile grow larger. All I could think about was her lips meeting mine. (a new and improved skmw xx)

For a thousand years she never moved on. And for a thousand years her heart belonged to a single soul. And for a thousand years, Fleur Isabelle Delacour loved only one soul.

She has a severe case of wanderlust. Travelling the world in pursuit of new sights and scenery. But when Alexandria came to a small town in Italy, she was led to choose if she were to stay or leave. All because of one encounter with a woman in black suit and a knife on her shoulder.

Sansa Stark and Isabelle Bennett, two best friends seperated. They made a promise that they would always be best friends but after fourteen years when the two are reunited, they realise that both have changed in ways they couldn't imagine.

'The boundary between Life and Death are at best, shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends and the other begins?' Cursed by the moon and trained to the bone, Athena was the perfect assassin. With every kill she made, her emotions disappeared, further succumbing to the life of a killer. With the blood of the beast, she determines everyone through their blood; the stench of it defines them as what they are - be it human or another, target or foe, innocent or pretentious liars. Her strength increases with each passing hour, slowly losing herself to the thrill of the hunt and the life of a killer. All was perfect until she made a mistake - one that almost cost her very life. Unexpectedly, she retained her life from the courtesy of Michelle Harper, whose blood she cannot define. Will this unexpected turn of events change her stone cold heart? Or will she let herself be consumed by the scent of her blood?

Surviving a shark attack, Kaylor Castillo came to know that even the dearest place can be a threat. In an attempt to escape and possibly work out her life, she joined an International Photography Club this summer. She expected strangers to be met and photography skills to be enhanced but not to be involved in cupid's web of love and to meet a sea creature that could save or wreck her future.

The Gods hated on it, the mortals envied it. Medusa. Cursed to an immortal life of desolation, for her misdeeds, by the goddess Athena. Medusa can be set free only by true love. Love is not with out its challenges, Yes? Who would love it, that bares snakes over their head, scales across its body and eyes that turn all that live to stone? Monster. But as the saying goes; love is indeed blind. The mix between the Greek myth and beauty and the beast. But gayer. ;) Lesbian content. Dont like, dont read. Chapters will be short but sweet.