BOOK ONE OF THE WICKERNHAM TRILOGY - WATTYS AWARD WINNER - - #1 IN SCIENCE FICTION - After a close brush with death, Jarod ends up in a hospital, traumatized but alive. He thinks he is lucky to get off with minor injuries, but he soon realizes that something is wrong when he starts behaving abnormally. Eventually, Jarod finds out the truth behind his erratic behavior―that there is someone in his head. From that point on, he is launched into a series of fast-paced and gripping adventures as he tries to find out the identity of the person in his head. But, as he digs deeper, Jarod uncovers more and more shocking truths that has been buried for decades, and is faced with deceptions so devious that they almost cost him his life at several points. Will he defy the odds and find the answers he so desperately seeks? Click the "Read" button to find out! NOW AVAILABLE IN EBOOK FORMAT ON AMAZON.COM PURCHASE A COPY (it's only $0.99) AT: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B015898UUE OR READ IT FOR FREE WITH KINDLE UNLIMITED "Someone's In My Head" is the first book in The Wickernham Trilogy. Feel free to read, vote, and if you loved it (or hated it), please comment what you think of the story below! You can also watch the video trailer for this book at: https://youtu.be/9s2bor7qRQE Thank you! Cheers! :) #teamSIMH Highest rank for Someone's In My Head: #1 in Science Fiction

[ boyxboy ] Lennon Lewis doesn't feel quite alright. He is slowly but surely reaching for the stars with his rock band and is adored by everyone who meets him. He should be happy. But he's either too high or too low. The sweet relief is only temporary and it seems he can only breathe when he's high enough, drunk enough or on stage performing. But what happens when his notebook is sitting open in front of him, taunting him with blank pages that should have been filled with lyrics? Well, Lennon meets him. William Hamilton-Smith walks into his world unexpectedly and calms the chaotic storms inside him. Or does he cause unstoppable hurricanes in both of their lives? Inside the walls of one room they are almost safe, almost in love, almost complete, almost honest. Almost. Started: March 2019 Completed: June 2021

A queen bee and a wannabe. What could they possibly have in common? As it turned out, more than they ever thought.

*Jhordyn* My stomach flips on itself, over and over, and I can't tell if it's the guilt or the satisfaction of touching a girl that's doing it to me. I stare at the zipper of Dhara's shirt that holds her cleavage in place, my fingers itching to pull it. These girls could always manage to twist me around their little finger, but if I faked this out, I might be able to get a lead. I had to kiss her though. "I haven't had anybody make me feel like this in way too long," She pants, and without hesitation, I grab the side of her face and pulled her into me, pushing our lips together. The hair on the back of my neck raises as she wraps her stilettos around it to deepen the kiss, opening her mouth to return the gesture. I had her hooked. "Should we take this to the bed?" She asks, and I eagerly nod in agreement. I was so close to her, I could see her guard cracking. "We can take as long as we want; Dayne has it under control," She slurs, and I smile. That was fine with me. My mouth instinctively moulds to her collarbone, hands wandering around her fair, white skin, and she inhales deeply, tangling her fingers in my hair. As the passion engulfed my body, the ache grew stronger, seeking full control of me. I thought for sure I was done with girls. Before I could scold myself further, Dhara placed a gentle yet firm kiss on the left side of my neck, making my eyes vanish under my eyelids with a pleased eye roll. Damn her. My back arched against her body and I fell deep into a guilty paradise, which would soon become my most feared secret. PLEASE ADVISE: SOME CHAPTERS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME. INCLUDES RAPE, LGBT, SEXUAL ASSAULT, ABUSE, PROFANITY, AND VIOLENCE. MAY BE DISTURBING FOR SOME READERS.

*Book One of the Reputation Series* "Do you not have anything to say?" Tripp asks, pressing me harder against the wall. I swallow hard, trying to work up enough spit from the back of my throat to rid the dryness. Tripp leans in, eyes darting back and forth between mine as they widened, his middle finger tracing down the center seam on the front of my skinny jeans. I exhale harshly, balling my constrained fists. How dare he tease me like this. "I see how this is," He finally says, his hot, sticky breath accumulating on the skin at the nape of my neck. I shamefully shudder, my muscles along my spine begging to contract. My skin prickled everywhere at his low, seductive voice. "Qrow, baby, don't make me draw it out of you." First time writer Edited and completed Finished 12/17/19 1K- October 31, 2019 *BE ADVISED: MATURE CONTENT- Includes language, violence, and LGBT+*

When Brielle's dance instructor gets mad at her for missing yet another rehearsal, she gives Brielle an ultimatum: lose her solo that she needs to get into Julliard, or teach Christopher Russel, the school's quarterback, ballet in two months. With no other choice, she begins the hard struggle of trying to teach a 6'5" football player how to do ballet. What she did expect: An annoying, arrogant, and entitled boy that couldn't dance if his life depended on it. What she didn't expect: To fall in love. [#7 Teen Fiction] ~~~ {Cover by Synonomous}