Trixie is in a unhappy marriage and runs a multimillion dollar company and Katya becomes her assistant and things take a wild turn.

Nikhedonia the feeling of excitement or elation that comes from anticipating success. - Katya and Trixie are the best figure skaters in the academy, their differences pull them apart. But they say opposites attract.

"Welcome, you have been recruited to form a part of W.I.B, This number is given only by other recruited members of W.I.B." A monotone voice said. Trixie was shocked, was this real? had this something to do with what Trixie told Kate last night? "Press one if you are interested in more information." Trixie immediately pressed one, her curiosity ruling her actions. "Hello! Beatrice Mattel, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Right?" A warm voice said. - Trixie has been waiting for a change her whole life, tired of the loneliness and monotone routine. A blonde girl with red lips and a lot of secrets steps in.

"Time has passed but can't stop thinking about you. I will always love you." Trixie and Katya met in high school. They fell in love. They broke up. Then years later they meet again.

Her long brown hair dropped down from her head, hovering over me. Her breath was heavy and I couldn't even remember how we ended up like this. Her light pink lips lingered above my own. Our chest rose as fell together at the same fast pace, our bodies were so close together but I wanted more. I couldn't handle it anymore I needed more. "Taylor" her breathless voice spoke quietly to me in a whisper. I didn't respond to her though. My hand snakes up the back of her neck and tangled into her hair bringing her face to meet mine. Our lips collided smashing into long passionate kisses. The bliss of her lips on mine lingered forever. Something was wrong in the pit of my stomach, I couldn't do this. It was my brothers best friend.

Her ass hit the front of her desk and there was nowhere else for her to go. I didn't give it a second thought before plastering my lips onto her own. The kiss held fire, and I made sure to give it all I had. I trailed my right hand ever so slightly down her torso, getting closer and closer to the top of the black dress pants she had on today. I hooked a finger in the waistband of her pants before ceasing my movements and moving my mouth beside her ear. "Don't be a tease," I breathed, then walked out the door leaving her dishevelled and horny. Karma's a bitch. R-Rated. Beware, Highly Gay. Trigger Warning- may include scenes relating to rape, death, suicide, self-harm, masturbation, and sex.

Fanfic by bellixo_ (Isabella) and @cocotinha_ (Giovanna) Trixie is a newly hired intern in an important art gallery in Boston, where she will work as a photographer. Her only problem at the new job has blonde hair, loves red and is dedicated to make every employee's life a living hell, especially Trixie's. Her strong feelings for her boss may not be as bad as she thinks, as time goes by and their relationship takes an interesting yet unexpected course.

A Trixya Story/highschool au Trixie is the bright musician who plays classical music. Katya is the bubbly artist who needs inspiration. While hiding from her responsibilities, Katya walks in on Trixie playing her own piece. Trixie had given up playing professionally and settled with only playing in private. Katya fights to break down Trixie's wall to get her back on her feet. Katya does all she can to be Trixie's friend even though Trixie doesn't want any. Or Outgoing girl meets shy girl. Outgoing girl tries to bring shy girl out of her shell. Outgoing girl wants to be shy girl's friend but will it happen? Can shy girl fight to open up and be the butterfly she is meant to be? Or will she close off to the world forever? *Completed*

Hi. This story is sad. And triggering. I'm not looking to glorify mental illnesses as I myself have many. And I'm not looking to trigger anyone so if you get triggered it's probably best to not read this. If after reading this book anyone needs help for anything you can message my snapchat (which is checked more often and username is in my bio) or message me on here. Please don't suffer in silence. I'm here to talk or just listen. Okay. Yolo. Let's go.