Author has written 10 stories for Alpha and Omega series, House of Night, Psy-Changelings Series, Mortal Instruments, White Collar, Criminal Minds, and Argeneau Series.
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Hey guys! I'm thinking of writing a fanfic about The Hollows, I'm TRENCH! Here's a clip of it.
Trent’s hands slammed up against the wall of the dressing room, effectively blocking me in. A knee to the groin could down him but of course the promise I’d made to Jinks enabled that. I said I wouldn’t hurt him and I take a promise very seriously.
With slow determination I started to turn to him. "We are married for the assignment, you have no rights over me." One of Trent’s eyebrows rose and I had to grit my teeth at the look that clearly asked me had I lost my mind. “You don’t own me, Kalamack.” I gritted out through my teeth and almost grinned at the look of surprise on his face.
"Is that right?" he asked.
“Yes!” I whispered harshly, remembering that we were in a dressing room in the women department. My faced burned at the thought of others hearing. “You shouldn’t be in here.” But before I could shove him out Trent reached forward and spun me around to my front. Before I could gasp he had me pinned against the dressing room wall. This was ridiculous! What if people were listening? I pushed back against him but he put both my wrists in one of his hands and pinned them against the wall above me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded just barely keeping it in a whisper—that came out as his arm locked around my waist in a hold I couldn’t break. Squishing the feminine part of me that moaned into the blatant possessiveness of the hold-Yeah, Trent, possessive about me, yeah right—I tried to turn to him to demand that he release me and stop this, but he spoke first.
“From now on the only people you belong to are God and me. Your body can belong to no one else. You belong to me.” I froze in surprise—what?—then in anger. What?!"
Message me if you like it please! I'm not really sure about putting it up yet.
"I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Twilight and Maximum Ride, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone: Iheartjake, TeamJacob101, Boysareadrag, The Dawn Is Breaking, twilite addict, The Lonely Teenager, AliceDaSpaz, Skittle.Rocke, Silent_Broken_Heart, St. Fang of Boredom, flyaway111, MyIllicitLover, Shadowed White Rosebud, Ana3498, NightGirl25, Fragrance-Of-The-Paradox, Animelovingcat, bookgirl07, BlaireZ16K"
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