Fan fiction based on CL Stone's Academy series. These stories will be a Christmas anthology of sorts... head canon that has been unexplained in the books so far. Christmas songs woven into story. I own nothing you might recognize. :)

Once something is online it can never be removed. For Sang that's exactly what she wants. With a camera and a library computer she shares evidence of her life, never to be erased. Helping a group of attractive boys doesn't hurt either. Will they realize she needs help too before it's to late? **This is a fanfiction of C.L. Stone's Academy world. They are great books and you should definitely check them out!**

When the world changes overnight, and Sang finds herself separated from the nine boys she loves, how can she survive until they are all reunited? I'm marking this as mature to be safe. I don't THINK I'll be getting very... mature in this, but dunno. Any chapters containing mature material will be marked. Completed on 6/21/23 Thanks to @LivelyPotter for the cover! The Ghost Bird series is owned by C. L. Stone. I own nothing. I made #1 under GabrielColeman! I'm like... special and stuff! I'm double special! #1 under LukeTaylor!

Original and un-edited version of my first book "The Kings Luna" In all it's grammar errors and cheesy snd boring storyline . !!Disclaimer!! This book is for entertainment purposes only and may not be copied and used by anyone or any application. The large door closed and he turned to face me. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. He was incredibly built. Chest muscles bulging and his biceps balls of strength. His long legs were swelling with muscle. He looked like a perfect Greek statue. No, he was a perfect Greek god. He turned to me and growled. "Mate," the word left our lips in unison without even the slightest amount of effort. His eyes returned to normal color as he studied my face. Noticing my slight fear he spoke, "I'm sorry, my love," reaching over and grabbing my hand and placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "Tu sei la donna più Bella che abbia mai messo gli occhi su," he spoke in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful language. He kissed my hand and caressed my face. "What does that mean?" He chuckled loudly filling the room with his sexy raspy voice. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he answered. "What is your name my love?" "Bianca North," I spoke proudly. "Not for long," he smirked.

What happens when Sang Sorenson doesn't go with Kota Lee to his home that fateful day out in the rain? Will she be friends with the boy's still? Will she fall in love? What happens when Mr. McCoy becomes the enemy of the boys first because of his deep romantic interest in Sang? What will happen next?

Sang Sorenson has been alone for most of her life, that is until she moves to South Carolina and attends Ashley Waters where she meets fourteen boys and her life was changed drastically. She does her best to keep up with them while also trying to avoid her abusive mother, spiteful step sister, and a father who is never around. All 14 story, characters belong to CL Stone. #2 in Ghost bird- Aug 17 #1 in Bird- Dec 17

Sang Sorenson has been chewed up and spit out by life too many times. Abused by her stepmother. Neglected by her father. Hated by her sister. Bullied by jealous girls, Ignored by nearly everyone else in high school Sang never gave in. Even when, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, her family abandoned her with naught but a backpack and a single suitcase containing all of her worldly possessions. Alone, bruised, and tired of living like this, she took her meager belongings and the few thousand dollars she'd saved all her life she started over, determined to make the best of her freedom. Three years, a job, months of therapy, and an apartment later she's finally whole for the first time in her life and then 14 wonderful men fall into her calm world, shaking things up once more, his time for the better. Sang, the blackbourne boys, the toma team and all related academy characters belong to the magnificent C.L. Stone. Everything else belongs to me.