Taylor Collins is an artist in the city with her young daughter Emily. She has finally started to settle in when things start to change. She hired Allison as her daughter's babysitter. Allison awakens something in her that has been sleeping for far to long. Dark secrets are revealed, lives are changed for the good and the bad, will Taylor survive or will her life come to a dead end? /BEING REVISED !!!\\

Addison is gay and has a massive crush on a cheerleader at her school. A cheerleader who is supposed to be 'straight'. But as the school year progressives so does Addison's confusion about Blair. Maybe Blair isn't as straight as she seems... ---- "So a little birdy told me that you might have a crush on me, Is that true?" She questioned. My cheeks went crimson as I looked at her inquisitively, she was so close I could kiss her in less than a second. I kept my composure though and replied timidly "N-no. Who said that?" She looked me up and down and I'm sure...well 99% positive that she stared at my lips the longest. "Well your eyes are telling me different," She responded voice low like a whisper. "What do you mean?" I asked slightly biting my lip from nerves. "Your pupils are dilated which is a sign of attraction to a person," She said licking her lips. "Oh and by the way you look cute when you bite your lip." --- Info about me: Hi, my names Emily. This is the first full story I wrote so I hope my writing has improved since then 😅. Anyway I hope you enjoy 🥰 ***This story should only be on Wattpad. Any copies of this story elsewhere are not with my consent*** ----- *Original story* #1 gxg 14/7/19, 27/7/19, 5/8/19, 7/8/19, 8/9/19 #1 Bisexual 17/7/19, 3/1/2020, 3/6/2020, 9/6/2020, 28/8/2020 #4 LGBT 21/7/19 #3 LGBT 15/9/19 #1 Gay 24/7/19, 21/7/19, 28/5/2020 #1 Lesbian 17/8/19, 14/8/19, 15/9/19, 23/9/19, 28/9/19, 7/11/19, 29/11/19, 2/2/2020 #1 LGBT 27/8/19 #1 YA 11/9/2020 #4 YA 27/9/19 #1 Highschool 15/10/19 #1 Teen 21/12/19 #1 Angst 5/1/2020 #1 Pansexual 11/1/2020 #1 lgbtlove 20/12/2020

My eyes seem to find her face again. Plump, pale lips. Her skin is pale, having a large contrast with her hazelnut brown hair. Her lashes are long, creating a soft shadow on her prominent cheekbones. She is slender. Too thin. "I will get you better.. I promise.." I whisper, not even bothering the thought of breaking my promise to the unconscious, nameless, young woman in front of me. Trigger warning: - abuse - sex - swearing - mentioning of rape

! SLOWLY EDITING ! Fire and Ice. Two very different things but both can be lethal, 16 year old Makayla Quint has been through hell and back since the months of her orphanage going up in flames. But that all changes when she arrives at Ravenwood academy, school for the "gifted". She faces challenge after challenge. From escaping the grasps of her abusive foster father to falling for the wrong person and getting hurt. In the endless up and down rollercoaster that is the last ember watch Makayla choose if she wants to be burned by the fire that is Carmen Pierce or cooled by the ice that is Alex Holloway. - #1 in representation ~ 7/18/21 #1 in gxglesbianlgbt ~ 1/25/23

"Why the fuck are you even here anyway!? For fuck's sake, I don't need anyone!" the girl blew up as her cheeks flush in anger, outrage and confusion. However, just two words from the girl diffuses her anguish, her body relaxes, her gaze softens, her body practically betraying her as she hears her say "Come cuddle?"

Did it reach her? Can she feel my presence the way I'm yearning for hers? I wonder what she's thinking right now.. I want her to acknowledge me. Can you hear me? Can you hear me call your name with each note my body produces through my finger tips? Can you hear me cry out for your affection? Nocturne No. 19 in E Minor, Op. 72, No. 1 Eleanora...

"She can cook and be a good host, double score," I sarcastically made an enthusiastic statement and ate diligently and my dad groans in irritation. "What? I'm listening now," I scoffed a laugh. He gives me one of those signature glares and I brushed him off. "Stefani, this is your new step mom like it or not, you're gonna have to give me a break and have some common decency to give Lillian a chance. She's here to stay so get comfortable with not waking up alone in the mornings," my dad leans over the counter tops. Ooooooooh I'm scared. I've just been promoted from neglected daughter to fucking housewife sitter.

Nothing's worse than your crush finding out about your search history... your po rn search history to be exact. >>>•<<<-EXCERPT->>>•<< "...Sweet, innocent Harmonee isn't really an innocent at all, isn't she? " Quisha smirked at me. Any other day I would admire it but I am too much of a mess right now, I did not even know what to do. She just saw my history for fvcksake! "I... I...Qu---" "and you know what's more shocking, little Harmonee? " I bit my lip when she suddenly leaned towards me. One more lean and I'll be kissing her! I shook my head to answer her question. I'm contemplating whether I should lean and at least kiss her or just lean backward to avoid her lips and possibly regret it my whole life. Neither choices would end with me ruining my life anyways. "The shocking thing is ... all these girls have blue eyes, dark brown hair and tall. " Quisha said her breathe mingling with mine. "...All of which have similarities with me." I shut my eyes. I'm screwed! I'm fbcking screwed. my breathe momentarily stopped when I felt her gripped my chin and forced me to look up to her. "Tell me, sweet Harmonee. Do you watch those po.rns because the actresses really turns you on or do you watch them because you imagined me to be one of them? Do you actually imagine me fbcking you?" I screwed my eyes shut. Both of us know the answer but I'm not willing to out myself yet so I answered, "I...i watched it... for educational purpose only " This book will contain sexual acts and foul languages that may not be appropriate for some readers. All rights reserved by VermilionTine

Finally, a story worth reading. 💕 Forgotten wasn't just a feeling - it was who Alexis had become. A shadow slipping through the streets, running from a life that had never wanted her, and a world that had left her behind. Hope had long since faded. Then came Nichole - a light cutting through the dark, rewriting everything.

"Olly you scared me," I spoke and she smiled up at me. "It's nice to know you care about me," she adjusted her maroon beanie. my skin burned at her words and she looked at me genuinely with her piercing blue eyes. Her black and maroon clothing brought out the blue in her eyes... Nicole, no. I cleared my throat, "is it not normal for a principal to show concern for their student's well being?" I shook my thoughts away. She gave me that smirk and crossed her arms, "sure oookaayy," she lingered with sarcasm.