"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

Libby pulled away from his grip "no, you can't take me!" She pleaded. It was no use, he wasn't going to let go. Libby turned to him, desperately pleading with her eyes. If he took her now how would she ever get home? How could she ever be found? He didn't release her arm. Her efforts were futile, only to be met with a cold seductive smile. After Gwen's daughter Libby is summoned to a boarding house there is no telling what her future holds. Will she enter the world of female slavery, following her mothers foot steps? Or will she live up to her name and find the freedom she deserves?

This is the sequel to Riding Forever . It's been 5 years since everything went down . Life has changed for Jameka , She's still holding RaShad down or whatever . But , that soon changes when she finds her prince charming and RaShad gets out and back on the street getting how he live . Kayla is 8 now and the boys are 4 , and smarter than ever . But , they picked up a new habit , they call KaShad daddy now . How will RaShad feel ? Enjoy ⓒ

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

Harry doesn't know what love is. He'd gone there once and never went back. Ana is trying to live her innocent life until Harry comes along. Harry's main goal is to protect Ana from every situation possible.

[COMPLETED] What would you do if your roommate was the person you hate the most? Amy now lives with her enemy. The one who broke her heart and she hated. The one and only, Harry Styles. © londonstars

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

Finally, there was that connection I was longing for. The stranger that stood in front of me grasping onto my neck painfully while he leaned over his heated breath fanning my skin. Then I couldn't help myself. I started chuckling for no reason at all. The stranger with blood leaking down his chin looked up at me with furrowed brows but didn't question me rather tighten his grip even more. " The difference between me and you are. . . you're the killer, and suddenly when I want to help someone in need I get blamed for killing them. That makes me the victim doesn't it." It came out more as a statement then a question as he shook his head holding onto my chin. " Your right, blondie. But the differences between us is, your my prey and I'm the predator. Your just a piece of a meal I'm looking for and that's it." I chuckled once again. I should of been frighten, should of been struggling for my life, begging even. All I felt was freedom.