divergent, no war, i know its overused but it's a fun type of story. Candor or dauntless and fourtris This book is being edited. It should resume being updated after Christmas.

This is a fanfiction for Divergent. It is based mostly on Tris and Four's love story. I hope you enjoy! Of course this will not be as spectacular as Veronica Roth's own books, but I hope to stir your memories of the lovely books that never deserve to be forgotten. This is going to pretend nothing bad happened in Chicago and all is peaceful... (Do not own characters or setting )

This is my interpretation of what would of happened if the war between the factions never occurred. All rights for the creation of characters and the original Divergent trilogy go to Veronica Roth. This story is on hold.

What if Tris hadn't died? What if she had lived on? What would have become of her beloved world? This sequel made by this fan of the Divergent series has decided to share with you her verion of what would happen if Tris had lived on. The characters are strictly Veronica Roth's and I owe her credit for the wonderul yet heartbreaking plotline.

The war never happened, but Al is still dead. No sign of the war will appear, but will new problems arise? Will tris and four last? How will tris like her life as a dauntless? Find out after you read this story.

If Tris and Four had chosen Abnegation the attack would have still occurred, but how would they have dealt with it? Would they still like each other? Would they have gone to the outside?

ALLEGIANT SPOILERS!!!! What if tris didn't die? Read to find out

This is Divergent in modern times but the whole gang goes to high school. Four is the school's bad boy player that every girl loves. Him and Tris HATE each other. Will love over come them? (I'm not good at summaries but I promise it's better then it sounds)

My name is Beatrice Prior. There is something you should know about me. I was a 13 year old girl who was addicted, drank,smoked, and disobeyed every rule my parents gave me. It got really bad. I was put in rehab and was forced to move away from my 'gang'. I am now 18 and am starting a new life here now. I am getting better. Really. I only ever did it because I struggle with self-confidence. I am anorexic and bulimic. I also cut. Nobody knows though well, except for my gang and brother, but he died and I haven't been the same since. All I have to say is that The struggle is real.