When people die, they often leave with unfinished business. No one knows why, but they are given one month to solve the mystery before they vanish completely. After Jesse Richards is brutally murdered, he and the school freak, Luna, are forced to figure out who killed him before his spirit disappear completely.
It started out as a game. She's everything a girl wants to be. He's everything a girl wants. As head cheerleader and quarterback, Kody Taylor and Austin Collins would normally be expected to be together with them being the schools Mr. and Ms. Perfect. Lucky for all the single boys and girls in their school, it'll neve...
Her lips were like death and her mouth tasted like poison; she could kill an entire army of men with just one kiss. The trouble is, her kiss belonged to me and she murdered me a little more every time she spoke. - except from chapter xxviii
Ever had Ramen Noodles for an entire month? Lilly Fenster has and she's tired of it. Which is why she ends up managing the fashion industry's hottest Brazilian model. Lucky her, right? Not really. Lilly can't stand the intolerable Joshua Lachowski . Heck, she can't even pronounce his last name, much less manage his pr...
He just sits there. On seat 31. Reading a book or listening to his music. He looks out of the window. Or looks at her. She just sits there. On seat 30. Reading a book or listening to her music. She looks out of the window. Or looks at him.
Alyssa often found herself in a bathroom stall far more frequently than she’d like to admit;and not necessarily in the correct one. To play sports with the guys you have to be a guy. And everything seems to be going great up until the day Jace Matthews walks in at the wrong time.
A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
"'Caution. Hotness at work. May spontaneously combust.' I read Ross' neon shirt with something akin to disgust, brushing back my hair and shooting him a glare. 'Really? Really, Ross? I hope you realize that no one's going to find you attractive when you're picking up trash from the ground with a stick.'" When Ross Al...
