Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

"Before you can see the light you have to deal with the darkness"

The Boxer Sequel - In the ring a fighter is only focused on one thing. Winning. But this boxer has got more than one ring and more than one goal to think about.

Summer is 7 years old and goes to her first Christmas party, where she meets a surprisingly, nice 7 year old boy named Harry Styles. His piercing green eyes, straight-ear length, light brown hair and his charming personality sucked Summer right into him. When they meet each year at this one Christmas party, Harry always ends up dragging Summer underneath the mistletoe. Every single year Summer and Harry become closer and closer. But when Summer is 15 going on 16, Harry tells her at Christmas that he has entered the X-Factor. He asked her to come and she did. Once he made it through she was so proud. She told him she would see him at Christmas.Harry said he wouldn't forget. But he did. Summer goes to the party again;thinking she'd see Harry. But Summer is shocked when Harry's sister tells her Harry isn't there is because he was spending time with his girlfriend from the X-Factor. At Harry's girlfriend's house, Harry spots a mistletoe and remembers Summer, remembers their memories and remembers their kisses. Harry immediately leaves the party, to go see Summer but when he arrives Summer was no where in sight. So Harry does what he needs to do...he goes out to find The Girl Underneath the Mistletoe and brings her along with his journey of fame and fortune.

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)

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...