~*Neverland is home to lost boys like me And lost boys like me are free*~ ═════════════════════════════════════ In which a boy named Peter helps a girl learn to love herself. HIGHEST RANKING: #24 in Short Story (03-14-18) Amazing cover by @John_Schorwinson ©Lightning_Stryker 2016

*COMPLETED* "You think I'd murder you?" He laughed humorlessly. "I- what?" I stuttered, looking at him with a lost expression. If he didn't want to kill me, what was all of this then? "What's your name, speedy?" He asked after shaking his head. "Why would I-I tell you my name?" I tried to sound brave, but this whole scenario was just freaking me out. "I'll find out, eh?" He gave me a smirk. What? "For what? You can just kill me now. I don't want to live like this anymore." I breathed out. I really don't. His loud and obnoxious laugh pulled me out of my thoughts. What's so funny? "You're funny. But-" He took a step closer and I immediately stepped backwards. "-the stunt you pulled last week-" My back hit the wall and I gasped as he stood only a few inches away from me now. His finger lifted my chin and I gulped. "-was not." His smirk was replaced by a serious expression. His eyes were so dark and captivating, I couldn't look away. "And you know what they say, speedy?" He continued as his eyes flickered towards my mouth. I shook my head and his smirk was back. "Keep your friends close. But-" He clenched his jaw. "Keep your enemies closer."

In which a boy who can see the future calls a girl to let her know that she's going to die. Soon. _ "You're going to die." "Excuse me?" "Oh, you didn't hear me? Maybe the phone connection is a little dodgy. Don't worry, I'll repeat myself. You, my dear Eleanor Clarke, are going to die. Soon."

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

#1 in roommates tag 03|12|2018 #2 in new adult tag 12|12|2018 #3 in drama tag 23|06|2019 *Originally titled 'The Art of the Bartender's Heart'* "Can I help you?" I snapped, arching a brow. The man in front of me gave me a lopsided smirk, "Feisty. I like that." I rolled my eyes, sipped my drink and narrowed my eyes at the bartender, "Shouldn't you be doing your job?" "There's other things I could be doing," he responded with a wink. He started pouring another drink, "Got a name?" "Audrey." The man gave me a wicked grin, "I'm Nathan." A/N: This is a mature New Adult romance!

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

Hamilton Academy of the Arts. The school Sydney Acosta moved to all the way from Toronto, Ontario in a barely known city. After the divorce between her mother and father, she's stuck by her mother's side, following her to another city in Canada. Her emotions are expressed through the one thing she loves doing: dancing. Lucas Cahill is a quiet, almost outcast in the school. His twin brother, Joseph, better known as Joey, is the best known guy in school. He's considered popular, cooler and better looking than his brother despite the two having the same face. At school, Joey doesn't acknowledge his brother, at home and in the past they are inseparable with the excuses from Joey tolling up over time. His isolation and other emotions are expressed through his art. The two seventeen year olds are connected in their different forms of art in a teenage story filled with drama, sarcasm and loads of creativity. "My drawings are like stick figures compared to anything you draw. You could draw the world's ugliest frog and it will still turn out beautiful. Lucas you're an amazing artist." "So are you." He said quietly, looking up at me with his soft, heartwarming eyes. "How?"I couldn't draw for shit. "Because you are a dancer. Dancing is an art. And you are an amazing dancer." Cover~ xThePineappleGirlx #15 Teen Fiction (11/12/16)

HR: #1 in Romance (3rd December, 2018) , #2 in Humor (1st January, 2019), #2 in Comedy (28th December, 2018). -- "I know how to play rough, Tinker Bell. I can also score from any position". I'd see him on the field, and knew that both those statements were very true. -- What do you get when you put together the stubborn assistant captain of the English national football team and an even more stubborn student nurse? Absolutely perfect chaos. -- "One does not simply mess with Theo 'the threat' Black". -- ✘ Contains sexual content and content unsuitable for people under the age of 18. All naughty chapters are marked with (R). ✘ This story is an unedited first draft, there are several mistakes and MCs can get on your nerves.

[The Mr Series #1] ❝oh, you silly girl. didn't they ever tell you?... rich boys don't have hearts.❞ Don't speak to them. Don't go near them. Don't breathe within 3 feet of them. The prestigious Attwood Academy was home only to the richest and most regal teenagers not only in Britain, but in the entire world. However, there is a particular group that separate themselves from the rest; only the most admired, most sought after group, and they don't want 'commoners' to pollute their air. The Elites. They could end you without even touching you. That's why Jolie stayed away... sort of. ___ COMPLETED p.s. this is the first draft and so I will be thoroughly editing it (eventually) (BOOK #1.5 IN THE MR SERIES IS ON MY PROFILE)

Analeigh Kerrigan is chasing her dream of becoming one of the best figure skaters in the world. Zach Crawford is already living his dream of being the best ice hockey player. Their paths collide unexpectedly. But they have a lot of things in common. They both live on the skates. They both love the sound of their skates sliding against ice. And they both know the pain of falling down on the ice. Analeigh hides more than she shows to the world. She's a mystery and Zach sees her as a challenge. He wants to get her to open up her petals and bloom for him. And Zach Crawford is known for loving a good challenge.