he was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04 in short story 3/3/17

Lexie Greene has always had such a pretty face. Unfortunately, that's where it seemed to stop. She's grown up hearing her Mother constantly remind her that she needs to lose weight. And twenty-two-year-old Lexie knows she's overweight. With her younger sister's wedding on the horizon and a crush to stalk on Facebook, Lexie's had enough. She gives up her constant daydreams about food and joins a dieting group. As the pounds melt away at the gym, she finds that life on the other side of junk food isn't what she thought. Bon Bons to Yoga Pants is an inspirational hit about a girl coming to terms with herself, and her past, all while navigating a world of food and fitness.

One accidental phone call between two teenagers, and they find themselves not being able to stop talking to each other. Could one wrong call, help them find the right one? {highest rank - #1 in short story as of 12th June, 2016} cover by - @crookednights

"When will you accept me?'' Lucian murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. "When, Victoria? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it." I couldn't. "Admit it, Victoria!'' Lucian's voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face-to-face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Lucian wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder. "No." Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Lucian would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn't do that. Love was a game and I was determined to win it.

Aurora Pachter is tot de conclusie gekomen dat alle jongens onbetrouwbare klootzakken zijn. Gelukkig is ze prima in staat om het andere geslacht te weren. Jammer genoeg is er één jongen op wie haar scherpe, sarcastische opmerkingen en dodelijke blikken geen invloed lijken te hebben. Raphael Roux, prototype arrogante zak, de jongen die iedere paar weken met een ander meisje datet, leraren om zijn vingers windt en de enige die in staat is om Aurora keer op keer op de kast te jagen. Een gezellig feestavondje loopt in de soep als een Raphael en Aurora worden uitgedaagd om zichzelf te bewijzen - te bewijzen dat ze nóóit iets voor elkaar zullen voelen. Eén maand lang moeten ze met elkaar daten, en degene die als eerst voor de ander valt, verliest. Eenendertig dagen doen alsof ze de vriendin is van haar aartsvijand, de jongen die haar nooit kon en zal kunnen krijgen. Makkie voor Aurora - toch? * Copyright © 2015 - 2016 Suze (@durban_skies) Hoogst behaalde positie: #2 in Romantiek

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.

Iedereen heeft wel al gehoord van die gruwelijke Trojaanse oorlog die duizenden mannen en vrouwen het leven kostte. Er worden zoveel verhalen verteld over die beruchte oorlog of over de aanleidingen ervan. De legende over de bloedmooie Spartaanse prinses Helena en hoe ze geschaakt werd door de knappe jonge prins Paris van Troje wordt al generaties lang doorverteld en opgeschreven, maar het is niet de waarheid... ******* Alle credits voor de adembenemende cover gaan naar @leostearny !!!!

SIREN SMILES AND MEDUSA EYES- DON'T LOOK TO CLOSELY DEAR, OR THEY'LL BREAK YOUR HEART; IT'LL ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL YOUR HEART GETS BROKEN, DEAR, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT. CEPARA © - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - 2017 → WATTPAD FEATURED STORY

( COMPLETE. ) ROSE | ❛ loving them was tragic. letting them love her back was dangerous. ❜ in which they both loved her, and in the end it didn't matter. CERSEI LANNISTER / OC JAIME LANNISTER / OC standalone short story. COMPLETED 25 / 07 / 17. EDITED 22 / 01 / 18. winner of the @-asoiafcommunity 'best short story' award 2017. [ i do not own game of thrones and i do not own this plot. credits for this wonderful idea go to luciangemini. i only own what i've decided to do with the story. copyright© queentyrell 2017. ]

❝ You Lannister lions are nothing but sinners. ❞ THE RARE WOMEN SERIES - NOVEL #3 GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 2 & 3 © stxrmborn COMPLETED Awarded as Best Jaime Lannister Fanfic 2X Awarded as Best Overall GOT Fanfic Awarded as Best GOT OC Death