Josette's ongoing situations, both in school and after school, are more than she can handle. Wishing to keep the good things while losing the bad ones, she starts thinking about cutting the Gordian Knot and doing something desperate. But will that desperate act fix her difficulties or make them worse?

Chapter 32: Morning Light

The world emerged slowly from the haze of dreams, enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and the gentle rhythm of steady breaths.

Sapphire stirred beneath the velvety embrace of a blanket, her cheek nestled against the inviting curve of Yuqi’s shoulder. The soft, melodic pulse of her mate’s heartbeat resonated in her ear, wrapping her in a profound sense of comfort that felt entirely new. She felt safe. Wanted. Cherished.

Chapter Three – The Right Kind Of Victim

Alexandra Plessy's truce with The Karens remains intact despite her growing popularity. Mitch is comfortable with Alex's gender identity and their romance blossoms as they take the lead roles in the school play. As graduation approaches, The Karens plot and scheme, determined to ruin Alex's special night with Mitch at the senior prom.

Being Samantha Masters

an homage-sequel to Being Christina Chase

The Immune System of Patriarchy

Finley was waiting outside the building when Sammy arrived for Biology.  They pushed themself off the wall to amble over to him.  Sammy couldn’t help but smile, and lifted his chin just slightly, hoping for a kiss.

Chapter Two – Cinderella

High School senior Alexandra Plessy is no longer the ugly duckling at school and she makes an uneasy truce with The Karens. She decides to continue to keep her gender identity a secret which wouldn't be a problem except that she is slowly falling for Mitch Bellingham who has rescued her twice when she has been in trouble with The Karens. She agonizes over whether to tell him the truth or withhold that part of her life from him, even as their relationship becomes steamy. Then there is Uncle Miles to deal with.

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Chapter 29: The Bond

David provided Thomas with their address, a simple string of numbers that would lead them to his home. Nestled in a quiet, unassuming neighborhood, the house exuded a charm that mirrored the Allen family's own. It was a humble abode, its façade warm and inviting, with light streaming through the windows and a well-tended garden framing the door. But for Yuqi, the exterior was merely a blur—her focus was elsewhere.

I rushed to the music hall, grabbed my bass from Mr. Smith and went into the empty studio used for small ensembles or practice for electric instruments. It was almost soundproof inside and I would take that to my advantage to run scales and patterns. I strapped my wood grain bass over me and started to play a somber sounding melody, at least I liked to think it was.