The Fan Girl
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Time stood still, the first time she laid eyes on him. Her surroundings faded into a blur, as she focused on his face. His lips. Those glorious red lips that beckoned her to him. Those cheekbones. He flicked his hair and she felt her breath falter. In that moment, her life would change. He was the first boy she would ever love - and the first boy she would ever kill. Chrystal Jones doesn't fall in love. But when the handsome, local rock and roll star/notorious bad boy Finn Lennox moves to town, she can't help but take notice. However, what will happen when a secret from her past shows up to haunt her?
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Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go. A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard. Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book. There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is. Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer. ___________________ "I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever. "It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile. "It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time. "Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" "Because it's me"Concluída
The Painting
"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?Concluída
HIS TO TAKE
"Please, Mitchell!" She yelled. Not loud enough. Her voice trapped inside of her. All she wanted was one thing - to be with her child. He had taken away that too. He was punishing her for no reasons. The wounds only grew deeper as she thought that it would have been better if he had killed her that day. Her thoughts were confusing to herself. The voices in her head. The motherhood she felt for the first time, sticking her child to her chest so gently until her child slept. All of that, she never wanted but grew to like it eventually. "Maybe you being away from her will teach you how to behave." His voice louder than her. He walked away locking the door. Leaving her behind with her nightmare. She never wanted this, yet she had to do it for the sake of living. Now she wishes she had never came across him that night. ___________________________________ After being with her abusive father, he sells her to a psychopath for money. She wanted to live her life free and happily. Will she be able to get her freedom back? ___________________________________ This story contains of many sensitive things and mature content. Please read it at your own risk. ⚠️
What We Once Were
"Why? Why won't you just let me in? I still-" She cut him off, "Don't. Don't finish that sentence Greyson, you know exactly why I can't just let you back into my life again." --- Almost five years ago, Bridget Carter abruptly left her hometown of Woodland. Bridget made a new life for herself and is finally living out her dreams as an investigative journalist and is happily avoiding her past. All seems well until she is called to investigate a recent murder in her home town. What she doesn't know is that she will be forced to work with Woodland's best investigative journalist-Greyson James. Who happens to be her ex-boyfriend. Bridget is hiding huge secrets from her old friend and the feelings she's locked inside herself are dangerously close to resurfacing. Will she be strong enough to resist Greyson's pull on her even after all these years? And will she be ready to face her past and ask herself whether or not she made the right choice in leaving? A/N: FYI this was originally a fanfiction (the original version is still on my profile) this is just a revised, rewritten version with characters that are completely my own.Concluída
Take No Notice ✓
[ A COMPLETED 2020 TEEN MYSTERY ] Life can take a turn for the worst when you least expect it, spiralling deeply out of control in mere days. It's hard to see the signs sometimes; it may be personality changes, or even just an odd remark, but if we don't recognise these differences then grave consequences await us. It could be failing an important test, missing a friend's birthday, but sometimes people take it a little too far... A text. A fire. A killer. Who can we really trust in this world? And do we need to look closer to sense great deception? _________________________ Achievements: 🥈Second Place in the EC Awards - Mystery/Thriller Rated Eighty Plus in Shreya's Book Reviews 🥈 Second Place in the Carnation Awards - Mystery/Thriller 🥇 First Place in The Candle Light Awards _________________________ (Cover by @-carawrites) (Images found from the internet, credits to Lily Collins and party) All Rights Reserved.Concluída
The games we play
When Ansley walks into her high school on the anniversary of a day she can't forget, she expects the usual: crowded hallways, annoying classmates, and another long day of classes. But nothing prepares her for him. Troy Morgan is new, impossibly tall, dangerously handsome-and completely unpredictable. With tattoos that hint at a past he doesn't talk about and eyes that seem to see straight through her, he ignites a fascination in Ansley she can't ignore. But there's something off about him... something dark that pulls her in even as it warns her to stay away. At the same time, someone is messing with her, watching her, scaring her. Caught between curiosity and caution, Ansley must navigate the magnetic pull of a boy who doesn't play by the rules, and pressure from the past with someone playing with her mind. Will she discover the truth behind Troy's mysterious past, or will it unravel hers first?
Tethered Hearts | Editing | Books 1 & 2
❝Why do you have a tongue piercing?❞ I asked, observing the other piercings he had and the designs inked on his skin. I'd never seen so much work done on one person before. ❝What's the purpose?❞ A playful grin quirked on to his lips, challenging me. ❝Would you rather I tell you or show you its purpose?❞ ♡♡♡♡ Set in the years 1987-1993 ♡♡♡♡ HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in Diverse Lit 1/3/19 #2 in Teen Fiction 11/13/18 #1 in Completed #9 in ChickLit 11/18/18 #1 in CrimeConcluída
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In a quiet town wrapped in fog and secrets, something ancient stirs beneath the surface. When new blood enters a neighborhood already weighed down by silence, curiosity can become dangerous. Some doors are locked for a reason... and some truths are meant to stay buried. But for April, once she knocks-there's no turning back. ⟡𖤐⟡✧⟡𖤐⟡✧⟡𖤐⟡✧ April had always been curious about the new boy named Gregory, who had moved into her neighborhood. He was quiet, always alone, with a stare that seemed too heavy for someone his age. Rumors began to spread-whispers of screams in the night and strange symbols drawn in red near the woods. Due to him not showing up to school regularly and having been acting quite strange, April's curiosity turned into obsession. Her dreams became disturbed, filled with flickering shadows and haunting whispers that spoke his name. Unexplained disappearances and brutal attacks from a mysterious creature started happening. Victims were found torn apart-no trace of the attacker, only claw marks and eerie silence. And April happened to be stalked by something lurking through the shadows. She soon discovers and is surprised to see who it is. A face she trusted. Having a rare condition... one hidden for generations. To consume blood flesh. ⟡𖤐⟡✧⟡𖤐⟡✧⟡𖤐⟡✧ ⚠ Content Warning: strong language, blood/gore, graphic violence, alcohol use, attempt of suicide, SA, and frightening scenes ⚠ · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ · ꕥ · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ · This story has a playlist **Listen on Spotify**Concluída
Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go. A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard. Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book. There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is. Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer. ___________________ "I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever. "It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile. "It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time. "Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" "Because it's me"
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