Behind all of it, I was the only person that really knew the real me. Everyone thought I was the wild child, with beautiful looks and that was it. And it's hard to argue with the press when you don't get the full story. They twist and turn everything around until it's hard to see beyond the lies. And they pile up high. I would know, because I'm living one. I may be beautiful, but that doesn't mean I'm not broken. Join Elliot Roberts and her rollercoaster of finding herself and endure her desires, reasons, and claim on life. Whether it is false or true.

All Eliza needed was some wine to set the mood. Her favorite kind of wine, and though the situation was tense, wine would cool her down. Jack was determined to get some, but the roads were kinda slick on the surprisingly February day. However, all you need is one slip up. Jack was hit by a car and is doomed to a coma for 6 months. Eliza is there every day to wait for the time when, the love of her life is conscious. His brain is mute but not his memories When Eliza picks up his journal to spend the time, she reads his memories. More like theirs: Memories of Jack and Eliza.

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fixated past participle, past tense of fix·ate (Verb) Cause (someone) to acquire an obsessive attachment to someone or something Acquire such an obsessive attachment to: "it is important not to fixate on an imosity" Tired of being the bridesmaid and not the bride, Maia Jones is given the tip of the lifetime from a newly wedded friend to try her hand at dating online. Reluctant at first, Maia decides to give it a try... Little did she know that her internet stroll would lead her to a billion-dollar playboy by the name of Reuben Michealson. From the very start, their relationship is hot and heavy, but soon Maia learns there is a dark side not only to him but to his past. Can she save herself before getting sucked too deep into his twisted, billion-dollar world? And what she does can she do when her own, tormented past comes back to haunt her?

'Hello my precious Paisley,' I greet maliciously. She looks startled and quickly averts her eyes to the ground. 'Oh sweetheart, are you seriously gonna eat that? Look at yourself. You're big enough,' I say, referring to her weight. Paise frowns at the ground before throwing her muffin into a nearby trashcan. I see a tear roll down her left cheek. 'Are you crying now? How adorable,' I say, taking a step closer. 'Those were compliments, I haven't even started yet, sweetheart.' Paise quickly wipes her eyes with the back of her black, chubby hand. 'Please. L-leave m-me alone,' she stutters. 'Please.' ____________________________________________ Can a bully and its victim find love? Read the ultimate story about how opposites do attract. "Hiatus"

" A smile plays on my lips. Scarlet goes to step out of the car but I grab her wrist tugging her back in. I meant it. Scarlet was beautiful. Anybody could see that. Even Ace knew she was beautiful, but yet he took great advantage of her. My thumbs brushes on Scarlet's smooth brown cheeks. It was soft. She looks over to me slowly. Her eyes searching my eyes, "I love you Scarlet.I know you probably still think I'm like the rest." I said touching her brown skin as if it was fine china, "But you have no idea that I'm not." She looks up into my eye, and I could see the tint of curiosity that sparked. She wanted to believe me. She wanted to know if I was telling the truth. She wanted to believe that my feelings for her was real. She stayed silent for the first time in her life. Scarlet only looked into my eyes. I continue, "I know what I do to you." I smiled sheepishly, "I know what you do to me." She smiled up at me, "I'm done." I continued, "I'm done playing it safe."

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

I let him in; I gave into my urges and loved him in every complete shape and form. His blonde locks as I ran my hands through them, his mesmerizing blue eyes that I couldn't resist and his adorning smirk. He captured my heart within, but I did what I thought I had to do. And I continued what I thought I wanted. I thought I knew, but I realized that it was always him. I let her in; even after the fucked up shit we've been through, she managed to put up with it all. Her beautiful skin and brown eyes couldn't keep me away. I could not stand not making her ignite with fury. I could not stand not being around her. I couldn't see her cry either. I thought I knew her, every inch of her, and maybe I did. But what I was sure about, that I was going to see her again. We would be together and I would not let her slip through my fingers again. "I look at her, the woman that my heart skips a beat for. The woman that I've fell in love with every single day. The woman that I've been through hell and back with. She's everything I want and absolutely need. I give myself to her completely. Whatever she wanted, I will gladly provide, because she has my heart in her hands." Continue on the heartfelt journey of the two characters you adore and want to shake some sense into all over again. Be sucked in by their love and life no one has ever known before. And be consumed by the past, present, and future of Nia Gardson and Aiden Thomas.

- Single Mom Sage Collins isn't really one for romance, and after being asked to be her bestfriends maid of honor - her hopes of being married by the age of thirty disappear by the second. That is until Ansel Callahan, the groom's older, sexy, bestman sweeps into Sage's life with his dark past and secrets. As the duo gets closer Ansel unlocks a world of lust and sex that leaves her wanting more, but as obstacles, and ex's return will Sage, like her bestfriend, get her happily ever after? (2014)

Original Story (there's also a rewrite of this story) ---- Horrible secrets and tragic pasts, she was the smart girl in the back of class. Witty comments and silent thoughts, two people who's lives fell in fault. Quiet sobs and nightly hugs, neither really gave a fuck. Meaningful words and days of fun, the ultimate love. story: copyright two-thousand fourteen (unedited) adrianna moton poem: copyright two-thousand fifteen adrianna moton