Veronica. Avid writer and reader.

Loves: Harry Potter. Ratatouille. Paramore. High School Musical. Ellen Pompeo. Reading. Writing. Sleeping. Olivia Wilde. Eating. Roger Federer. Gilmore Girls. Kristen Bell. Pushing Daisies. Zac Efron. Natalie Portman.

Hates: Standardized tests. Hypocrites. People who can't take constructive criticism. Internet lingo. Bugs. Narcissists. Pressure. Bad grammar. Typos (especially if I accidentally make them myself).

CURRENT PROJECTS

White Horse (previously known as Keep Holding On)

“You can’t have me, Troy.” She spit the words out forcefully, shoving him again to emphasize her words. He was prepared for it this time, and she might as well have been pushing at a brick wall for all of her efforts, but Gabriella didn’t let this deter her. “You don’t get to just come back into my life after all these years and tell me that you’re sorry and hope that everything is going to be okay again, that it’ll all go back to the way it was. I’ve changed, and apparently so have you. We don’t know each other anymore, and I plan on keeping it that way. You can’t expect me to just fall madly in love with you after all this time, and everything that you’ve done. I haven’t just been sitting here all these years pining for you, waiting for you like some lovesick puppy. You think we can just pick up where we left off, that I can just start loving you again, but I can’t, Troy.”

COMPLETED PROJECTS

Persuasion

And then all too soon, he pulled away, breathing in short bursts against her cheek, his touch now a smooth caress. Gabriella’s head spun, still trying without success to catch up with the sudden turn of events. Breathing hard, she lifted her eyes to his with a mischievous smile lighting up her face.

“Like I said, Bolton,” Gabriella smirked, looking up into his stunned, flushed face. “Not your best.”

Close Enough

And then her lips were on his, wet and sinful and goddamn, where exactly did Gabriella learn how to kiss like that? Her breathing hitched as he pulled her closer, arms encircling her waist and forcing her to straddle him in a compromising, most definitely not school-appropriate manner.

“Why Mr. Bolton,” she spoke in a perfect imitation of a demure southern belle, “I do declare.”

“Gabriella,” he whispered, trying to drop all playful pretenses. “I’m really, seriously going to bomb that test…”

“Mmm, I’ll help you study,” she purred into his ear, gliding her tongue along the outer edge and making Troy shift Gabriella in his lap with a grunt. “You’ll ace the test, I promise.”

Game On

Troy smirked slowly, drawn to her like none other before, gliding his smooth hand once more up the leg nestled next to his. “And might I be the object of your desire at this point in time?”

“Are you offering yourself as a prospect?” Gabriella replied coolly, even as his hand traced a line of fire on her skin.

“Baby, I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he shot back, unwilling to capitulate in their game of snappy retorts.

“Baby,” she smirked. “You couldn’t handle me if you tried.”

Fever

“What room?”

His voice was different, rough, jagged around the edges. His need was taking over his entire body.

“Two-oh-three,” she answered. He’d taken the keys out of her hand before she was even finished talking. Gabriella felt them stop somewhere in the hallway, heard the confirming beep as Troy slid the keycard in, the click of the lock. One hand left Gabriella’s body as Troy grasped the door handle and pushed.

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