Y/n Conklin and Jeremiah Fisher borderline hate each other. There are constant eye rolls and scoffs when the other one is near. But they learn to put it behind them when it comes to their crushes, Conrad and Belly. How could they get the two lovers to like them? Jealousy? Of course. Fake dating is the way to go, well, fake flinging. But in attempts to catch their crushes hearts... they might just catch one another's eye. "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘥." "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺." 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 ~ . 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 . 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 . 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 ~ 𝘢 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘩 𝘍𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 ~ 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘩 𝘹 𝘠/𝘯 #1 - jeremiah (7/25/22) #1 - jeremiahfisher (8/2/22) #1 - tsitp (8/9/22) #1 - thesummeriturnedpretty (8/18/22)

"𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔" Scottie Conklin never understood how fairy tales always promised "happily ever after" or when Scottie Conklin begins her own fairy tale this summer.

Prequel of Alex's life before Ace. Alex had become one of the most feared men in the country, but how did a normal kid wind up being the right hand man to the most dangerous mafia boss?. Cover design: noahshawswifey on instagram.

Genesis: "I did this for my mother, I don't care about you, I never have and never will." Gael: "Your eyes speak an entirely different message, cariño."

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 "𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 :)" 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆. (𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗢𝗖) (𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟭) 𝟭𝟬𝟬𝗸 - 𝟬𝟯'𝟬𝟴'𝟮𝟬

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

(THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE SHORTS BOOK) Just a bunch of short stories of the Foolish Five as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Along with some random one shot type things. And some headcanon things. And yes, Nevaeh is still alive. This description sucks, but just read it. Trust me. You'll like it. *~* It's going to be split into three sections. 1) The Foolish Five as F.R.I.E.N.D.S (So basically just the five as the characters from from in random episodes) (This is based after Uni). 2) The Marvellous Misadventures of the Foolish Five. (Just shorts/one shot type things and headcanons about the things the five get up to) (This doesn't have one time setting). 3) Missing Vaeh Hours. (One shots/shorts based after Nevaeh's death). *~* (This is based off my book 'The Girl in the Hoodie')

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }