Valerie Greco, the school's notorious troublemaker, stopped bothering to show up to detention weeks ago. In a desperate attempt to get the problem student in control, the principal instead sentences her to be a slave to Ms. Sterling, an English teacher known for having a ruthless, 'no-bullshit' attitude. But can Ms. Sterling figure out an effective method of keeping the student in check? Or will Val's out-of-control behavior finally get her expelled? == > This is my (winning!) entry for the one-shot contest hosted by the GirlxGirl library. - > It is NOT in any way connected to the story 'Alex's Girl', it simply uses slightly tweaked versions of the same characters - >It will not have a continuation or any extra chapters/parts. This is it. - ==

A Happy Valentine's Day Surprise Short Story from your friendly neighborhood Phaulkon. *** Valerie Greco hates Alexis Sterling, and the feeling is mutual. It seems as if the two have been at war ever since they stepped foot on campus, although no one really knows why. The one thing they are forced to play nice for is their soccer team, but they've just played the final game of the year, and Val has some unfinished business with the Sterling girl before the night is through. ***NOTICE: This short story is NOT in ANY WAY related to the storyline in 'Alex's Girl' or 'Lost Then Found'. I repeat: NOT RELATED. Not a prequel. Not a spinoff. Not related. It merely uses heavily tweaked, 2D versions of the same characters. You will find their actions rather out-of-character (or in-character if they were drunk, dumb teenagers with completely different lives/backstories).

17 year old Scarlet Redmond has a secret, and that secret is the beautiful, smart, goody-goody popular girl Jacqueline Hunter. Living in Deep Wood, a rural farming town in Idaho that hasn't changed much since the 1800s, Scarlet has to keep her relationship with Hunter a secret lest they fall prey to the homophobic bullying of their classmates. One day, on her way to visit her grandmother, Scarlet meets the enigmatic social pariah known as Mara Wolf, a mysterious girl surrounded by infamy and damning rumors. Wolf doesn't seem to want to leave Scarlet alone, and there's something about her infuriating smile that makes it seem as though Wolf knows everyone's secret... even Scarlet's. **** This story was written as an entry for the @lgbtq 'Once Upon A Time' contest.

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

~The SEQUEL to 'Alex's Girl' is finally here~ It has been seven years since the events of 'Alex's Girl', where Alexis Sterling loved then lost Valerie Greco, a troubled but selfless young woman who managed to sneak her way into Alex's heart when she wasn't looking. Though Alex still misses Val every day, she has tried to move on with her life. She has become an emergency room doctor, she's moved into a beautiful new home, and she's even made some new friends. She also spends a lot of her time witnessing firsthand the ripple effect her actions seven years ago have caused her beloved city, with mob violence growing increasingly out of control and the hospitals quickly filling to capacity with more and more victims. Tensions are high as the Costa crime family are more powerful than they have ever been before, bringing the city to its very knees. And to make matters worse, Alex has unwittingly befriended the daughter of her most hated enemy, Ciro Costa, the man responsible for Val's death. The Grecos, on the other hand, have been laying low the last seven years, their illegal operations mostly cloaked in shadows... that is... until now. The Grecos are back, and they're back with a vengeance that demands blood. Their sudden comeback as a powerhouse crime family has Alex asking, how? Or perhaps the question she should be asking is, who?

Diagnosed with a terminal illness, Peter Katz hires a hitman to take him out. But when a cure is discovered, Peter's got to outrun the assassin to stay alive! ***** When douchebag lawyer Peter Katz gets diagnosed with terminal cancer, he wants to die painlessly. Still, death seems to elude his every attempt, so he hires an assassin to kill him at a random time and place within the month. Unfortunately for Peter, right after he orders the hit, a treatment is discovered that would add decades to his life. Now Peter Katz has to start running, until the month-long deadline ends. Desperate to survive, he has to deal with tall-dwarves, unionized suicide workers, art terrorism and all the insanity that being alive has to offer. Will he make it to the end of the month? Or will Peter Katz live a life's worth of craziness in however many days he has left? For what is Comedy, but Tragedy + Time? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

" Who do you belong to, Jade?" She pulled my hair, which caused me to arch my back in pleasure. " Only you, Mistress." I breathed. " W-when can I come...?" The sweat streamed down my face and I begged for release. " When I tell you to." She smirked. " You're under my command now." Warning: If you don't like the domiant and submissive thing, don't read it. I mean, of course you can read. But if you don't like it, then this story might not be your cup of tea... But enjoy Reading if you want to :) This story is for my best friend Annie @anniiiee96, I hope you'll like it honey ❤️ Theme song, Wicked Games by The Weeknd.

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they called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they struggle to find a way to explain everything with ideas that make any sense at all. {Started March 15, 2018} {Ended ---September 13, 2018} {Wattpad Editors Choice Award: December 20, 2018 - April 12, 1019}

Allison Grange and Natalie Rocher. Two names that don't have a single reason to be in the same sentence, let alone the same book. But, here we are. Allison is a student, struggling with her life as a teenager, who's never really had a place to call home. Natalie is a whole ass woman, struggling with her life as a wife, who's willing to risk it all for a little affection. Call me crazy, but I think these two are destined to fall into a dangerous kind of love... maybe. PrincipalxStudent GirlxGirl ****** Cover Photo credit: @anastasia.lisitsyna on Instagram Cover credit and Photo Editing credit: me