Tutoring the Bad Boy. ~~ He smirked. "Whoops! Look who has read 50 Shades of Grey. Trust me getting kinky is almost every guys dream. I knew you had hidden desires! All the shy ones do." I blushed a little. "No! I don't have any hidden desires." The image of me and Bryan on a bed, with no clothes and handcuffs and ties entering my head. I shook my head vigorously. Hell no! That ain't happening in another millennium. Instantly trying to change the topic, I glanced at my bucket list and then at him. "What are you teaching me?" I asked, fear already gripping me like ivy. He smirked evilly. "How to be a badass." ~~ Once in a while, in the middle of life, love gives us a fairytale. And some fairytale love stories are completely unexpected and thus more memorable. No one expected the class president and the leader of Trouble Triggers to even talk about anything but notes and pencils. But then fate's a bitch and loves to meddle! Their life changes drastically when the good girl- Joanna Williams has to tutor the bad boy- Bryan Cooper. Along with the tutoring comes constant fun, too much bickering, lame jokes, scary sarcasm, idiotic friends, too many unknown emotions, jungles in tummy, bucket lists, unheard secrets and haunting pasts. Maybe some fairytales don't have a happy ending... or do they? (A/N: Contains a lot of 'F' words and grammatical mistakes. Don't say you weren't warned.)

As a 'fat girl', Quinn Jones' life consists of problem after problem, leaving her quite insecure. Moving to a new school for senior year didn't help that either. With a new set of people to stare at her, she's terrified. But then, a miracle happens. Connor, the school's toughest guy, decides to watch over her, making school seem more survivable. Watch Quinn's journey of acceptance and love as she goes through her senior year.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

"Fuck. Bailey. Cooper." He said slowly. " Two hundred bucks man." He coaxed, tilting his head in anticipation. I gulped hard, reconsidering my decision. Nothing could go well in this. The whole bet screamed disaster. But two hundred dollars.. Could I even do this? Better yet, did I want to do this? No guy, except Aiden Harris, of course, was ever able to get Bailey Cooper. Especially not me. ________________ Bailey Cooper? Oh she's currently just the most popular girl in school. Every guy wants her and every girl wants to be her, you know the drill. No, she's not your average popular: the slutty bitchy kind. On the contrary, Bailey was the kindest bubbliest soul around with consistent A grades, a drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend who was also captain of the school basketball team, and a shady part of her past. Her boyfriend, Aiden Harris, was also a walking Mr. Perfect. Oh and Aeron Steel? Aeron's path was not as light and effervescent as the other two. In fact, he's now the school's bad boy and the captain of the football team. He was to be feared, mind you. But he was also to be admired. Girls swooned at his feet and the guys either feared or admired him from afar, you also know the drill. Those three never dreamt of having their paths cross again, after being the inseparable three 4 year-old best friends that they were. For 8 whole years, might I add. So what happens when fate, disguised as a bet, reunites their paths and all the secrets of the past and the present are out in the open? What will happen when Bailey's ugly past is revealed and the boys' dirty deeds are exposed?

Gemma Mitchell is a normal girl who somehow gets herself into abnormally embarrassing circumstances. And while she thinks she's the biggest loser in school because of them, there are a few people in her life who would disagree. One of those people is her best friend, Jess Tyler, who is opposite to her in every way. He's popular, good looking, athletic, and intelligent, and he can't get enough of Gemma. But while Gemma is dealing with problems like wrong locker combinations and Valentine's Day dances, Jess is living in a world of serious issues that are foreign to Gemma, until she realizes that he's holding on to her for dear life.

'Standing up I looked straight at Professor Garrett, smirking evilly. "Hi, my name's Christy Evans and I'm an English major. Let's see," I said tapping my chin in concentration, all the while trying not to laugh out loud, "I'm the leader of a group of intergalactic beings who are here to terminate all those who are deemed too conceited for the good of civilization," pausing I gave Professor Garrett a pointed look of my own, "I live on planet screw you, and I'm allergic to bullshit." Smirking and feeling very satisfied with myself, I waited for Professor Garretts next move. ' -When Christy finds her long term boyfriend isn't who she thought he was, what will she do? She's about to begin college-the same one he chose to go to as well. With the help of her best friends and a new forbidden love interest, can she be persuaded to let go and love again?

Kayla and Andy literally run into each other at a Black Veil Brides concert. After Andy helps her up, they start talking and get to know each other better. They start developing feelings for each other, but one problem. Kayla is a Christian while Andy is an Atheist. She even has a promise ring, a promise she made to stay pure until marriage. Will Kayla ever tell Andy about her religion? Will Andy ever meet Kayla's strictly religious parents?

Tammy is the younger sister of the lead singer of the famous band, Black Veil Brides. What happens when she and her best friend Katrina go on Warped Tour with the band? Read on to find out. (I know the description is corny but I'm bad at these, better at writing it >.<)

"Don't you see, little girl? This is all merely a game." Eclipse was advancing towards her with a ruthless grin spread across his face. "A game?" Charlotte Avery was still dazed from from being thrown twenty feet to the cold hard ground. She tasted blood in the back of her throat and her vision was hazy. She couldn't move for it would only send searing pain through her body. The only thing she could focus on was the large deadly dagger that seemed to quickly glide closer to her. "Yes, a game," came a gravely booming voice. "I like to call it The Killing Game. As the name states, it's a game where you kill." He was on top of her now and he pressed the tip of the dagger to the side of her neck. The tip slowly and lightly ran across the soft fair skin, causing warm, deep red crimson to leak out. The blood spread until there was no patch of skin was dyed red. The cut burned but then subsided into numbness. "And you're my next victim. Goodnight, my dear."