Rather than spamming my message board with nonsense, I'll just put it in a book.

You've all read the books about the unpopular girl falling for the popular boy, but what if it were the other way around? Ashley Jones fell for Oliver Grayson when she saw him in those stupid glasses, those stupid, mesmerising glasses. Want to make it even more complicated? Oliver hates Ashley, and all of her popular friends, for that matter. He's in love with another girl. This isn't a love triangle; this is a love square. But then the mismatched pair are thrown together unexpectedly by a ridiculously optimistic school project. Oliver is determined to keep his distance from Ashley; but that can't happen forever. Not when Ashley is adamant on knowing why he hates her so much. But will Ashley's determination drive her further away from the boy and his glasses, or will she uncover some mysterious truths? A story of love, hate, loss and friendship. And it all started with those stupid glasses.

❝When Cerise Brooke's annoying ten year old klondike bar crazed sister slips a note under her crush's cupcake, the world is not ready for what's to come.❞ Cerise Brookes is a nerd whose juggling her family, job, and little spec of social life she has left. When you have three sisters that are impossible to keep up with and a mother whose never around, you just want to get away. Get away from the cheek pinching cat lady next door, popular shedevil and the secret of being the mysterious writer of a romantic love letter to the King of Jerks himself a.k.a the she devil's boyfriend - Carter Woods. Carter Woods is Lincoln Vale's athletic heart throb who girls dream of having a relationship with. Too bad he's a force to be reckoned with. He's known for his playerism, handsome looks and persuasive personality. And Cerise is definitely NOT his type. But when Carter finds Cerise's love letter dedicated to him with his cupcake? The whole student body is in a frenzy and Serena Eagan isn't going to stop until she finds this girl and ruins her life. How long will Cerise be able to keep this secret? And will she ever realize that maybe all those letters were just a waste of time? WARNING -This book will have you shipping in all directions. If you're looking for a cliche book then fly away ✈

Copyright © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Started: September 23,2012 "I rule this school. They just don't know that it's me. Why should I tell them, anyways? I mean, what's the fun in that?" Crystal White started a blog when she was a freshman in Grand Dove Highschool. She started the blog called OrangeCookie just to let out her secret talents and her opinions in stuffs, uploading pictures and videos on it to make it more fun but making sure that no one knows or sees her face. She then realizes that the student body in GDH were reading her blog and is agreeing with every word she typed! She then naturally starts to rule the school and decides to continue ruling it for fun... secretly, that is. I mean, who in their right mind would suspect that the bullied nerd was their anonymous queen? Yup, no one. Thought so. Now Junior year, this guy, Zayden, gets MORE interested by this OrangeCookie. Seeing the videos and pictures of her, she must be a real hottie, and is really interesting. Really, REALLY, interesting indeed. He wants to know who OrangeCookie is. And he always gets what he wants. But can he? Can he really find out that the girl he's been bullying since forever is THAT mysterious girl?? Crytal smirks, " You won't know who I am. I am too smart and tricky to be easily tracked down."

Nancy Pang doesn't have a clue what love is. All she knows is that it's not going to help her win the Junior Mathematics Tournament, or get her into Harvard, or do anything except disrupt her college-prep life. Love is also not the solution to her brother's post-college problems, or her parents' constant fighting...(okay, maybe it is). And love certainly won't solve the issue of that annoying Alexander Lin who beats her in looks, popularity, AND intelligence. Unfortunately for Nancy, love is in the air whether she likes it or not. [Sequel to 'Heroes Deep Within' but can be read alone] Chicklit #6 on 5/27/15 *Beautiful cover by rancorr!

What if you had a chance to go back? A second chance to do all the things you wanted to do but you were too afraid to try, a new opportunity to live your life how you want to or to mend all those mistakes. You could have friends. Spend time with your family. Go to Jane’s party! Learn to drive a motorbike. Maybe even fall in love. What if you could have a chance to do all those things you never did? I’m sure that if you die and see your life flashing before your eyes and all what you see is nothing but a dull life, you would also want to go back and change everything. I’m lucky because the day I had to die was also the day I got a second chance and this time I plan on doing everything I want and having no regrets. You never know when your day last will be so better live now instead of waiting for a better opportunity. Why saving yourself for the future if the future may never come? This is the story of how I got a chance to rewind and mend my life.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Charlotte Everley and her best friend had a tradition. Every summer on June 26th, they call one number--one random number of the same area code, purely for entertainment. When Charlotte's best friend Stella found love with the help of their 'tradition', she added another reason. To find Charlotte a boyfriend. After three years of endless match ups, set ups, blind dates. and not to mention two calls to, thankfully, female receivers, the summer of eleventh grade comes rolling by, and so does the fateful day of June 26th. The only difference is that, this time, the stranger behind the phone is most definitely male. And the president's eighteen year old son.

One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after these letters, nothing will ever be the same again. (used to be named Thirty Letters) (Inspired by the 30 Day Letter Challenge)

She has skin like porcelain. He is a shade like bronze. But when all their differences are put to the side... The Brown Boy and The White Girl indulge in the sparks between them. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #3 |