Life went on. I worked my crazy schedule of part time jobs, still volunteered at the shelter when I could, but I couldn't shake thoughts of Kesey when I was there and I slowly began to emotionally withdraw to the point where Maria and Steve noticed. They were kind enough to ease me out and make it seem like a mutual decision. I truly believed them when they said they would miss me, but they were already missing the old me while the withdrawn me was still there. We all agreed it was time for a change, wished each other well and promised to stay in touch.

After breakfast with her mothers. Angie and Carol took the girls with them to a tattoo parlor owned by one of the MC members. Angel had The Property of Carol Wallace tattoo in big letters on her right breast, just like she had seen her mother Angie’s several years ago. As for the one on Carol, she didn’t give Carol a choice where it was place. She had it placed on the left hand side of her neck. Just like her mother D.A. did with Angie’s name. This way Carol couldn’t hide it. The tattoo said The Property of Angel Dakota Swan with an angel resting on top of her middle name.

Angel wakes-up and notice that the girls had crawled into bed with her and Carol. Angel had talked Carol into coming home with her last night. One thing lead to another and they had made love till around midnight and finally fallen asleep when the girls had come in and snuggled up to them. Since it was Saturday and Carol didn’t have to get up and go to work. She just wanted to lay here with the twins and her girlfriend.

Carol was thinking about everything Angel had told her last night on the way to work. Angel had said she was going to file for custody for the girls. She also said she wanted her to be part of that life as well. The question was, was she ready to become a mother and a wife? She knew how Angel felt because of her background. Angel had told her about her past and that if it hadn’t been for D.A. and Angie. She would had died that day for sure.

The continuation of Angel as she makes a new life for herself.

This story is about the continuation of Angel from The Sirens series. She's all grown up now and back from the Air Force finding love and starting a family of her own.

Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened to me or someone close to me. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

“Kat, their heading your way.” Paul relays this information over the ear wick he was wearing. He chases after the two men they had come to capture for the bond company they worked for.

Gina wakes up early and looks up at the ceiling above her head. It had been painted like the sky with birds flying in it. She could feel Cadmus curled up next to her legs. The quilt covering her young body had butterflies and puppies on it. Gina slowly moves and try to get out of bed without waking Cadmus, but as soon as she moves. He wakes up and looks at her. Cadmus leans in and gives her a lick on her face as he hops down off the bed and waits for her.

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A Story By N123
Prologue

This story is one of a girl named Hope we follow her through the early years of her standing journey. She was born a boy named Harry in an American naval hospital in Japan. Into the Williams, a loving, close-knit military family.

*Before…

It’s still a good day.

I’m wearing a cute outfit with black leggings and some nice but comfy actual shoes and not sneakers and a used pleated almost tweed skirt from the store with these really cool big buttons instead of the whole zipper thing and I’m wearing a black Iggy-Pop wild one t-shirt and a zip front hoody that’s one of Alex’s workout ones from the football team as my jacket and I’m in normal make-up actually just even pretty tame style for me and much more of an April taught thing and some simple jewelry.

Not too high end but not too punk give someone a hard time and not too goth to off put the preps and yet still rocking enough to rock the t-shirt and the retro skirt.

And with Alex with me and us actually still kind of still feeling the whole morning workout and all of that we’re getting looks and I take a drink of my coffee and start actually talking to people and it’s kind of great as I’m even actually remembering names as I introduce Alex who everyone seems to know anyways and yet we’re still a sort of mystery couple.

“Nervous yet?” I ask my best friend as we may our way through the college to the vast lecture hall for our official ‘welcome’.

“A little bit,” Ophelia replies. “Yourself?”

“Shitting myself,” I confess, bringing a brief smile to the teal-haired girl’s face.

“Perhaps a thong was not the best idea today, then,” Ophelia muses.

“Actually…” I say as I look around at the countless unfamiliar faces, all of whom look at me and see a girl- but some of whom clearly see something behind the ‘façade’. “It was definitely the RIGHT idea.”

Personally if there is 100% proof of guilt and the punishment fits the crime then im all for vigilante justice. And in this case i think it will be all for the better.

This is a story that my muse dropped on me sixteen hours ago, It took me almost that long to write it.

The cautions are related to the part where Natalia describes the fifth house, they have nothing to do with Aloysius.

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Thomas Dinweller watched as the car stopped next to the tiny estate agent's office in the village. Little Bramble, a fairly small village, was lucky to have an estate agent's office, but some of the old buildings in the surrounding area and other parts of the Cotswolds were quite valuable.

OK, so I'm posting this two days early, but I wanted to do something special for a special person on (or at least near) her birthday. Besides, it's Pi Day, so...

Without further ado, I present:

Smoky Corners 3-NC: Aussie Dreams
(c) 2017
Haylee V

Any Way the Wind Blows
(c) 2017
Haylee V

This is a sequel to It's Great Being Sweet Sixteen!

It's almost time for sweet sixteen again! This is number fifty-one!

My friends were telling me that it's really number fifty-two because I turned sixteen for the first time way before the turn of the millennium. I might have turned sixteen way back then, but it wasn't sweet!