When Melissa was about to drop out of school because she couldn't afford housing without a roommate, Alex was there. When she needed a personal chauffer because her car broke down, Alex was there. When her boyfriend cheated on her and she needed a shoulder to cry on, Alex was there. They have been the best of friends since sophomore year of college. They know each other inside and out, and there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other. But, when Alex has a request, will Mel return the favor? And what will become of them if she does? Can friends with benefits actually work?

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

When Earth was running out of its resources, scientists called, "Seekers", found Tanis through solar codes which revealed its coordinates. It had always been the plan to return to Earth, living on Tanis was just temporary. However, finding the solar codes guiding humanity back to Earth, isn't easy. Only certain people can reveal the codes. Why? Because it's in their DNA.

**Received Honorable Mention** Contest entry for #Mysteryfriday Prompt: Someone is running. Night time. 1000 word limit.

What's a penny worth? Do you ignore the ones lying on the sidewalk because they're not worth picking up? For the shy and clumsy Norah, a penny will become so much more than a simple cent. Every morning she enters the elevator of her office building and hides among the throng of professionals sandwiching inside. From behind their shoulders, she's safe to hopelessly stare at Cole Collins... or at least get a glimpse of the back of his well-trimmed hair---the hair she dreams of running her fingers through. When a loud and obnoxious office Temp decides to barge her way into Norah's life, they develop a friendship that might be exactly what she needs to change up her luck with love. And it all starts with picking up a penny.

**This is the first story I wrote on Wattpad back in 2012. It needs editing, but still very enjoyable** Jonah is a hopeless romantic who gets offered his dream job at Sparrow Publications. On top of that, his crush reveals she's newly single and wants to have dinner with him. With everything lining up perfectly for Jonah, what could possibly go wrong? How about getting hit by a van and being rushed into emergency brain surgery? However, it's not just any surgery. It's an experimental one, and with his life on the line, his parents decide to go for it. Now Jonah is awake from a coma, but he's experiencing memories that aren't his. So who's memories are they? Jonah is eager to find out!

People say age is nothing but a number. In a time where men seek young trophy wives and women are applauded for being cougars, it was inevitable that Tristan Lee and Hildy Willow would cross paths on a summer afternoon. Their fifteen-year age gap meant something when Hildy was just a kid, but as adults, it becomes a game of age. ***PLEASE NOTE, I WROTE THIS STORY IN 2014, AND IT NEEDS EDITING... BADLY. LOL. I WILL GET TO IT SOMEDAY :)

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*