Novels

I'd been with Vivian for six years, from high school through college. Then, I broke up with her. “Vivian, it’s over.” Vivian was the undisputed campus queen. Beautiful, smart, and with a personality to match. Everyone said I was punching above my weight, having snagged such an amazing girlfriend. I'd just smile and say nothing. I was waiting for her outside her classroom after her Friday afternoon class. A few other couples lingered around, and a small group of students were chatting nearby. “Which one’s Vivian?” I heard a guy with braids ask a girl with short hair. His voice wasn't exactly quiet. The girl pointed. “That’s her. Wow,

Eighteen, the year I crashed my car and forgot all about Lily. Later, I started seeing Chloe, a girl from a tough background. She was quiet, almost timid, but incredibly caring. My friends would joke, "Come on, Xander, it's just a fling. Don't get serious." I'd just smile. "I am serious. I really like her. I want to marry her." They'd stop, stunned. "Dude, you really forgot about Lily?" I'd shake my head. The name meant nothing. Then one night, after a four-hour flight, someone knocked on my door in the middle of a blizzard. Lily. Someone I hadn't seen or spoken to in eight

"Just then, the gates of the Hawthorne mansion burst open.\nWilliam rushed in, his eyes filled with urgency, and shouted, \"Stop!\""

I found Mom's diary. The same sentence filled every page. "Sarah, why aren't you dead yet?" Sarah. That's me. I slipped my diagnosis into the diary's cover and picked up a pen. "Don't worry, Mom. It won't be long now." Your wish will come true. So, Mom, will you be happy? 1 A blizzard hit Denver in early November. I brushed the snow off my coat and pulled open the front door. The blast of warm air was immediately countered by the sting of my mom's slap. "Where have you been, gallivanting around? Dinner's cold, a whole spread just for you! Couldn't even bother to call? You have no manners!" My

My husband's "protégée," a college girl he was sponsoring, got pregnant. That little snake, she and my husband, they plotted to poison me. They stole my car, my house, and my company. They even beat my beloved golden retriever, Lucky, to death. He crawled, whimpering, to my clothes, taking his last breath. And finally, the pair of them cooked him up in a stew. They devoured him like some sick feast. 01 I opened my eyes. Lucky was right there, next to my bed, licking my fingers. It was like a dream, but I was back, I had a second chance. Lucky was safe, I was alive, and everything I owned

My mom was a total nutcase. Ever since I can remember, she forced me to pretend I was mute. She called me "son," bound my chest up tight with strips of cloth, made me pee standing, and kept me chained up at home like some kinda dog. When I was eleven, the town mayor and four of his buddies came to my place to sleep with my mom. The bed was rocking like crazy, and the mayor said, "Too bad this mute ain't a girl, or we could all have some fun and she could pop out babies for all of us." That's when

My girlfriend, Claire, was the ice queen of the social scene, and I was her golden boy, her "perfect match." There was this guy at her company, Dave, who was always chasing after her. He wasn't much to look at, and at first, Claire just couldn't stand him. Then one night, I saw him stumbling out of her car, clothes a mess... ...Later that night, I was about to get intimate with Claire when her phone buzzed. She answered, putting it on speaker. The guy on the other end was freaking out. "Claire, help me!" I recognized the voice - it was Dave, her company

Being single, I stumbled across this indie flick about a college girl getting messed up, and, I’m not gonna lie, it totally messed with my head in a good way. I couldn't shake the feeling. So, in the name of "research," I invited my single neighbor from upstairs to come hang out. I was looking for a more authentic experience. But wouldn't you know it? When the guy came over, he wasn't alone. 1. People always think women are so straightforward and proper, but we've got our own little kinks, just like the guys. Maybe even more so. The other night, after I got my

They called me a murderer, and my fiancé, the man I thought I’d spend my life with, was the one who’d put me in jail. Today was the day of the live-streamed public trial – the day they were going to execute me. He was there, of course. My former love, pushing for the harshest sentence. He’d even called for a Memory Extraction – a brand new tech that can literally read your thoughts, pulling your memories out and displaying them. He wanted to ensure I’d pay for what I’d done. But what they didn't know was that in my memories, was the