Author has written 17 stories for High School Musical, Life With Derek, Heroes, Scrubs, and Harry Potter.
beautiful but damned
Heroes: Claire/Peter, Claire/Sylar, Nathan/Claire,
Harry Potter: Harry/Tom, Harry/Hermione, Ginny/Tom, Luna/Ron
HSM: Ryan/Sharpay, Sharpay/Gabriella, Ryan/Gabriella
Life With Derek Dasey
Smallville: Lana/Clark, Lex/Lana, Chloe/Jimmy
Scrubs JD/Turk, JD/Julie, Cox/Elliot, JD/Elliot
LOTR: Sam/Frodo, I love Merry/Pippin as friends only
Hannah Montana: Jackson/Miley, Miley/Jake
Cruel Intentions: Kathryn/Sebastian
From my story Helplessly Deluded:
I knew she was trying to understand a reality that she didn't believe possible before. The reality that her little stepbrother wants her."
"And soon, after not so much time, ones childhood thoughts become quickly forgotten. What happened during childhood becomes repressed as new information, that is important for an adolescent to know, is stored in the brain."
"I thought, God whats the matter with me? I was really sick. Since my childhood imagination of Derek and Casey as a couple didn't happen, did that progress into me wanting her? Was that all this was? A psychological problem?"
"I didn't need to ask her. I knew what the truth was. But I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to destroy my want of her."
"I wasn't listening to her rant. She was on fire and I a moth to her flame. I shouldn't have started it. I had been hurt and wanted to upset her. That's cruel. I also regreted what I had said because her behavior was wanting me to do things. I had an uncontrolable urge to crash my lips on hers. I wanted to feel her burn warm me. I wanted to taste her fighting spirit. Had these been the very thoughts that filled Derek's head? I was disgusted with myself because I didn't want her the way Derek did, but I did."
"I interrupted her. She could have discussed the reasons why she hated Derek for hours."
"When you hear truth, you know it. There's a certain ring to it as it hits your ears. His words pierced mine, if only I could silence the sound."
I could tell he was questioning whether to give me a lie or the truth. I made the decision easier. "Im not stupid, just tell me."
Truth doesn't always hurt. It can sicken.
Casey continued, "How can I love some one so deeply that causes so much pain? Love isn't a chain restraining you. Our relationship wasn't give and take. I felt like I was giving myself away. That's not healthy. I don't want that. I want what--well I want a guy who feels the way you do about that secret girl."
In your life you reach a crossroads, a chance to take a risk and make a move to attain what you want or you can play it safe, stay where you are, remain the same. Sure playing it safe you can't get hurt, you can't lose, but you can't win either. A Venturi thing maybe, but I liked the idea of winning rather than the idea of staying safe.
Not taking chances leaves you with those nasty "what ifs". I didn't want to feel like I had let her slip through my fingers. I wanted to feel like I had done all I could.
She was everything. She would be worth the risk of losing it all.
I hoped she wouldn't stop and think about this, but that would be highly unlikely. This is Casey. Not only would she analyze, she'd overanalyze. But to my surprise her eyes relaxed. She didn't stop and think. She was already in too deep in the waters willing to go under with me.
She burned but not as a star like I had once thought. I saw now that she was a match burning herself and others.
We both closed our eyes to what was and opened up our minds, me to being very much like Derek and she to the possibility that I could be Derek for her. Doing that we both got it all. Needs and aches disappeared as we found the cure in each other.
I was everything she could have hoped for. I only had to forget a part of myself to accomplish it, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
From my story Violate Me:
"She gazed at me; I guess the proper adverb for it was hopefully. She looked at me hopefully. "Hopeful for what?", I asked myself."
"There it was Sharpay had opened her heart out to me. She looked so different to me lying there. She looked vulnerable. So unlike the Sharpay that had been abusive to me."
"Now she knew how it felt to be used like a two cent whore."
Quote by Steph(andbless_mybaby) “you’ll be a lover in my bed, and a gun to my head…”