Born a slave, made an heiress, Annabelle must battle a society unwilling to accept her and a love that threatens to ruin her in order to keep her freedom. ***** Born a slave, Annabelle soon finds that fate has other plans when she's purchased by a man named Elijah Finley, who not only rescues her from an abusive master, but also gives her her freedom. However, her new life comes at the cost of another: Elijah has made Annabelle the heiress to his estate, in spite of having a son. So Henry Finley, unwilling to accept his father's will, is determined to regain his rightful fortune at any cost -- even if that means seducing his father's former slave... Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains some racist and sexist language that reflects the historical time period when it's set. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

(Previously known as Park Benches) They both sat beside each other in silence, the cool autumn wind blowing through the night. The boy turned slightly to look at the girl, letting out a puff of air and sighing deeply, trying to get her attention. She didn't notice, but he continued to gaze at her. "Have you ever noticed that even though we're just friends, we look at each other like we're about to kiss?" He asked, laughing quietly as he shook his head. "But, 'just friends' don't look at each other like that," she frowned, but began to laugh along with him. "Is that a bad thing?" He questioned once his laughter died down, cocking his head to the side in slight confusion. She shrugged. "Does it matter? We're only friends, me loving you probably wouldn't make a difference." The words stung her, but it didn't matter. She'd already fallen for him but it was whatever. He didn't like her back. And it was all because of the stars and that stupid, stupid park bench. © Fondre ™ 2017

My skin of honey, my heart of gold, and yet you still stung me like a bee. 🐝 Short Story BWWM Lexi🌊☀️ Ranked #1 in (I'm fine) 8-3-19

"A Rekindled Romance" [On Hold] Ryan and Matthew, the divorced, but co-parenting pair find themselves rekindling an old flame on a trip for their son's sixteenth birthday, but as old wounds are reopened they realize why they got divorced in the first place.

************************ " You know what, I'm not gonna be one of those bitches who will walk away after confessing their love, I can see it in your eyes Grey, this isn't a Disney fairytale, if need be then I will be your princess on a horse, I will save you from all of it. I will fight, I will even wait for you in my pj's if that's what you want, but I promise you I won't leave unless you tell me to, well even if you asked me too, I will still need to think it thrice before leaving." She turned to head out of the room, it was then that I felt like a bucket full of ice was being dropped in my pants. My hand had moved to her shoulders to stop her. "I.... I.. I'm afraid Vero, if you leave me I would...." she turned so fast and pulled me into a bone crushing hug and for the first time in a long time-maybe never- I felt at peace and at that moment I wanted her to keep it, I wanted her to mend it and when it was healthy and beating I wanted her to have it. I was giving her the one thing I guarded the most My heart.

He could get lost in her eyes and never want to find his way. © pigmented 2016

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She was my cherry pie Full lips, shy eyes. But when I took a bite I almost died. It was quite scary Who would've known that she was a poisonous berry?

"What do you want from me?!" I sobbed, looking up into those evil blue eyes. He stopped walking and turned to face me. He looked at me with no emotion. "I want my baby back."