*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

It's September and I need a roommate. I couldn't live in the dorms anymore. I was fed up of being paired with idiots. I was done sharing my kitchen and my bathroom with an entire floor. When I signed the lease for my apartment, I did it with the guy I was seeing at the time. Turned out he was as unreliable as he was loud in bed. Which was very. You know when you see someone for the first time and you think that those clothes they're wearing really are appalling and that they should immediately remove them, any type of clothing really, well that's the first thing that crosses my mind when I first meet Holt. He's going to be a problem, that Holt. (This story is completed)

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

Sadie Caster is a good girl with a bad attitude and the mouth of a sailor to match. Though she pretends life is perfect, her family is falling apart, shredded by death and illness. She has never known the type of dangers that lurk on the other side of town after nightfall but one mistake puts Sadie on the streets after sunset, a time when everyone knows to stay indoors. A time when the Tribe rides. The Tribe, a motorcycle gang of barbarians with a bad reputation nearly a nation wide. From the east coast to the west, the tales of their bloodshed and nightmarish members wreak havoc on those unfortunate enough to cross their path. It's been said that this troop from hell is led by a man none outside the Tribe has ever seen, and his devil of a nephew. Dustin King, a living sin wrapped in leather, marked by scars, and so sexy that you'd sell your soul for a taste. With myths of his power spreading far and wide, pissing him off might land you six feet under. As second-in-command and fresh out of prison, he's in line to take over for his aging uncle but not all want to see Dustin become leader. Some would prefer to see him dead. And Sadie has seen it happen, in her dreams. Dreams that seem to warn her of events ... before they happen, in the most cryptic ways imaginable. Dreams she didn't start having until she met Dustin. Now held prisoner as Dustin's rider, Sadie finds herself learning the ways of The Tribe from the inside. And maybe, just maybe, they aren't as bad as everyone seems to think. With the target on Dustin's back growing day by day and as their feelings for one another blossom, Dustin and Sadie are against the clock to restore order and prevent catastrophe before it's too late. But with peace comes price, and the cost of war might be too steep. What is the price, you ask? The death of a king. **Updates every Friday PG-13: strong language, gory scenes, and whole lot of heartache Highest rankings: #35 in teen fiction, #13 in Danger, #1 in Suffer