𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝘼𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙍𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙎𝙤𝙝𝙢𝙖. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚... (𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 - don't own any of the original characters from FB or the pictures) (18+)

Journey Durant's father warned her, "Someday you'll have to lie in the bed you've made." But she didn't believe him... until now. She has just received news that her ex-boyfriend is about to be released from prison, and this reformed bad girl can't shake the feeling that her troubled past is coming home with him. The town of Emerson, Georgia has forgiven and forgotten her involvement in the most publicized tragedy in the town's history, but only because of her three-year absence, her prominent Southern Baptist family, and her marriage to the closest thing her small town has to a superhero. Bullets and emotions fly, leaving Journey to realize that no matter what penance she has done for her past, the mistakes of her youth still carry unpaid penalties. The Wattpad version of The Bed She Made is dedicated to my niece, @neondark.

Born with a passion for the water and a remarkable talent for swimming, it's no wonder that Rayne Bennett spends more time in the pool than she does on land. But when family secrets become unearthed and lies are uprooted, Rayne realizes that her passion for the water goes farther back than she could have ever imagined. When Rayne finds herself moving back to her quiet birthplace of Shady Cove, things start to unravel even faster. What really happened to her mother, who had (supposedly) been killed thirteen years ago? Why does Rayne feel such an intimate connection with the ocean? The answers, as she will soon find out, come at a cost so great that her life-as well as the lives of those she loves-is in grave danger. Though she doesn't know it, Rayne is the key to unlocking the mysteries that dwell just beneath the ocean's surface. She is the answer to the secrets of the deep. [ adventure #5, fantasy #6 ]

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

After her relationship publicly explodes, physiotherapist Lucy MacKinley decides that the mature way to handle it is to run away from home. But in the remote town she's fled to, she finds that British heartthrob Frederick Asherton is not only filming a movie in town, he's landed himself on her exam table. Frederick is charmed by Lucy's "adorkable" combination of shyness and spirit, and affection quickly turns to unstoppable desire. But when the relationship gets serious, can Lucy stand living in the public eye, even if Frederick gets down on his knee and begs her to share his life? **NOTE: This story is intended for readers 18+ as it contains sexual content intended for adult audiences** Another note: I started writing this story early in 2014. At that time, the movie mentioned in this story was still just a book. I thought I was writing about a movie that wasn't real. I'm leaving it, though, because there are some movie-related bits of my story that I really like. I hope you do too!

Han presset meg opp mot veggen og så meg dypt inn i øynene. Leppene hans var bare centimeter fra mine, hvordan ville det være å kysse dem? Han presset meg hardere inn mot veggen og hvisket svakt til meg. "Jeg elsker deg".

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

"You're so lame." Alexander comments as he walks into the kitchen. "Shut up, I don't care." I scoff as I continue to make myself a sandwich. "You know, maybe guys will notice you more once you stop wearing your father's clothes." He teases and at that moment, I turn around to face him and give him a fuming glare. "Leave me alone." I hiss through gritted teeth before storming out of the kitchen, leaving behind my sandwich. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ A 16 year old girl named Courtney is not your average teenager. She buys her clothes from the men's section and only has two friends. But not for long. Her mother gets proposed by a wealthy man and she is forced to live with the school's biggest player. Unfortunately for her, he doesn't know how to mind his own business...unless he's with a girl. 1 girl, 1 boy, 1 marriage, 1 confusing relationship. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ ©2015, Kim Herz

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!