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Live for me

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After missing a call from The "Modern - Reapers", a national service that notifies people about when they are going to die, Benson Sylvester throws himself in the hands of Fate; living each day like it's his last...and that was when he met Tony Lopez who coincidentally works with the Modern Reapers.

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"What can I get for you?"
The flirtatious sounding bar tender asked juggling a bottle between his hands 

"A longer life, do y'all have one of those here?"
I responded with a smileAll Rights Reserved

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Pinwheels and Dandelions by cjacks1124

I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.

The John Hughes Club by KBMallion

Being the new girl, officially sucks. Being the new Goth girl, wholeheartedly sucks. Being the new Goth girl, with horrific baggage, truly sucks. At my old school, I was thought of as 'cool and quirky'. Here, I'm just the weird new girl - the weird new girl whose parents are divorcing. I get stared at. Whispered about. Socially ostracised. I just know that my entire school life is now going to be an endless bout of loneliness and humiliation. Only, it would seem that Chas Summers doesn't think so. He has just stuffed a piece of paper in the back pocket of my jeans with one of his cocky and welcoming smiles. Now this boy, really is cool and quirky. A bit of a rebel, but he's definitely no rebel without a cause. That cocky smile of his, tells me that this could be the coming together of two quirky kindred spirits. That smile, tells me that I could have found my first friend here. Maybe being the new girl, isn't going to be so bad after all? Maybe being the new girl, will have its advantages? Maybe being me, is actually okay? I'm Mindy Diaz. The new Goth girl. Quirky and proud. The John Hughes Club Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2020 K B Mallion

How I Learned to Love Myself{DISCONTINUED} by 20klopez

It was always about Mike. Never about myself, but his face when he found me on the floor. The tears in his eyes. All the blood he saw. The pills and blood pooling around me. He started screaming for mom and dad. They rushed in horrified at my state. Mom had the medics on the phone, they would be here as soon as the could. Dad swinging over to tie my wrist to stop the bleeding. The medics rushed in, and gasped at how badly I managed to cut myself. They put my in the stretcher, and carried me away. I was bullied to the point of feeling non-existent. I soon realized that physical pain felt good to duel the pain of being invisible. Then finally, one night, I opened up my right wrist, and took way too many pills, so that the medics would have a harder time saving me. I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to die. I wanted to be gone forever. *DISCLAIMER:: THIS BOOK SAYS DISCONTINUED, HOWEVER I MARKED IT AS COMPLETE. IF YOU READ THE LAST CHAPTER(don't skip the story, you egg) IT DOES MAKE SENSE. THANK YOU TO NAWAAL FOR INTRODUCING ME TO THIS SITE, AND MAKING THIS MY FIRST BOOK*

Into the Velvet by help-me-think-of-one

*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

Rising Star: Book 3 of The Orion Series by QueenStarbuck

Orion Bauwens: Pale. Black-clad. Smoker. Misanthrope. Delinquent. Foul-mouthed. Troubled teen. Musical genius? Jake never expected to befriend anyone like Orion Bauwens. Yet after their High School orientation, the pair struck up an unlikely friendship. A friendship that, unbeknownst to them, would send them down a path riddled with trials and tribulations, death, heartbreak, and eventual fame. **CONTENT WARNING** This book is intended for mature audiences ONLY. Non-gratuitous depictions of sex, drug use, and under-age drinking are found within this book. POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS INCLUDING CHILD ABUSE, ABORTION, DEPRESSION, HOMOPHOBIA (INCLUDING GAY BASHING), SUICIDE, AND SUICIDAL IDEATION ARE INCLUDED. READER DISCRETION IS HEAVILY ADVISED. **THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE BOOK** ~IMPRESSIVE RANKINGS~ #12 out of 1.88k doubt #23 out of 3.2K stories abortion #71 out of 6.53k guitar #77 out of 10.2k unknown #69 out of 10.2k addiction #845 out of 40.2k fear #371 out of 16.5k scared #952 out of 29.2k mentalhealth #15 out of 345 lgbtchallenge ~TOP TEN~ #3 out of 274 risingstar

Dangerous Vows (World Collisions) [#2] by TheNightStoryTeller

A short story collection with a bigger picture to it all. * Subtract two parts and that's how many you will get. * Have you felt lost? Have you ever felt like you needed something in your life? Well, this isn't it. Those were the words the pamphlet spoke, yet I still didn't know what they meant. I didn't understand why my mom gave me this. Was this supposed to fix me? Give me some kind of hope? Or was this some kind of sick joke?

Tempting The Dominatrix by feistylittlefox

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

All The Signs That Lead Us Here!Depressed State Of Mind Part 2; by TheRFFiles

All of the signs that lead us here! Depressed State of Mind Part 2 It's poetic and symbolic all of the signs that lead us here! In a moment in time that you can only see in the past tense of life. Like destiny it was meant to happen. It's poetic and symbolic how even though I read you that letter trying to save my marriage to him in the hospital it was you that ended up saving me in the end. It's poetic and symbolic how in spite of a world wide pandemic and lock down we always found each other and healed each others sadness. It wasn't my sobriety that I was scared to lose. It was ruining the friendship and not having it mean a thing to you!

To Breathe Again by SurvivingLioness

"I want to capture this moment and save it forever." He looked at her, watching the way her cheeks flushed a deep red as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're breathtaking. You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?" His voice was a low whisper, sending shivers down her spine. She tried to hide her smile but failed. Slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against her neck. "Would you like me to make you feel good?" Her heart raced as she nodded, barely able to speak. His hands moved down her legs, teasing her, building anticipation. She leaned back, letting herself get lost in the moment, her mind swirling with the intoxicating sensations. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Michelle Garcia is doing the best she can to get back on her feet along with her 17 year old son. In her 40s, thrown away twice by men she should've been able to trust, she has chosen to focus on what she can control and work hard to provide for herself and Tony. Grant, Trent and Sam are three friends who have been together through thick and thin. Growing up together, they realized that they would always be a team. Them against whatever the world was going to throw at them. They also realized that they never wanted a woman to pull them apart. No Yoko Ono for them, nope. They needed a woman that they could share; one that would hold them together and balance them out. They tried separate relationships in the past but all fizzled out. They never found one that met the needs and desires of all three, until they saw her. RECENTLY EDITED WITH A CHANGE IN THE ENDING

Billionaire romance @ forbidden pleasure by Bethel435

Felicia I've had a crush on my best friend's dad for as long as I can remember; saving myself for him. But now, faced with a desperate situation, I need to come up with money-quickly. Left with only one option, I'm forced to do the unthinkable. Auction my V-card to the highest bidder. Brock Having it all doesn't mean much without someone to share your life with. Great business, tons of money, and none of it satisfies me. The only bright spots in my world are my daughter and her beautiful best friend. The best friend I absolutely shouldn't want, even when she flirts with me. I've controlled myself for so long, but when I see Felicia up on that stage I can't deny it any longer. She was always meant to be mine-and now I'll own her. No matter the cost.

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How I Learned to Love Myself{DISCONTINUED} cover

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Pinwheels and Dandelions

I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.