When it comes to the musical Guys and Dolls, Lottie Ingham would not call herself obsessed--just knowledgeable. After all, she can dedicate entire essays to the smooth gambler character of Nathan Detroit, which any average teenage girl can do, of course. Now that it's summer, she can rewatch the movie as many times as she wants. However, what she doesn't expect is to rope her longtime crush, a hot-as-hell soccer star, into her dedication to Guys and Dolls and more than a couple other mishaps. [Camp NaNoWriMo project for July 2015] {stunning cover by @anticlimactic}

❝ Your lips are like wine and I want to get drunk. ❞ When summer break started, Valerie Herbert planned to visit her father's vineyard, but she did not expect Myles Lowell to be in charge of the vineyard while her father was away on a business trip.

He smokes. He drinks. He deals with drugs. He uses women as toys. He beats up anyone who gets in his way--male or female. He breaks every rule and law. He is called Arsen Frasier. He is the original bad boy. And I failed to understand that reality; I failed to stay away from him. I failed to lock my heart from my childhood sweetheart.

"I will find that back door to your heart." Back Door : A hidden entry or trap door in a software or program that bypasses security measures such as logins and passwords. Cover credits: @deviation- Highest Ranking : #27 in Action

"Hey hottie, just admit it, you love me." "I hope you get run over." A smile fights its way across my lips at his words and I look into Toby's uninviting eyes. "By the waves of your love?" * * * Isn't it how it always is? Always love, always Shakespeare, always the faulty stars? Join Elinoor "Noor" Khan's journey in a new school's famous Shakespeare club, which is split into two parties. Those who madly believe in the love and tragic-yet-romantic tale of Romeo & Juliet. Or those who don't. What if members from different parties fell for each other? What if one of them is the President's daughter?

In which a girl named Karsen Garrett shouted, "Will you FRISBEE MINE?" to her long-time crush, Jake Petersen, in the middle of a Frisbee championship game.

Love on a little detour.

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Seth's Place: serving dessert, coffee & hugs around the clock. ++++ He cautiously lowers himself down in the seat next to me. I use the sleeves of my sweater to violently rub the tears out of my eyes. If only they'd just stop. My breaths are ragged and I choke on my own words. "I-I I don't need a-anything, t-t thanks." My face is wet and my vision is blurry, but the look on the stranger's face tells me that he isn't going anywhere. "I'm sorry, miss." His voice is calm and soothing, as if he deals with situations like these all the time. "But it's only my first day, and it's my job to make sure that all my customers are happy and satisfied when they leave." I laugh humorlessly. "A-as if food could m-make me f-feel any b-better." I raise both hands to my face, a failed attempt at trying to cover up my hideous state. "Perhaps not," he admits. He counts on his fingers, ticking off one. "So maybe food isn't such a good idea. But how do we feel about coffee?" I finally make eye contact with him, and I can tell that he's genuinely trying to make me feel better. He's not just doing his job. I take a deep, shaky breath. "No, I don't think coffee is going to help me e-either." The stranger frowns slightly, and his brown hair falls in front of his face. "Okay, no coffee either." He ticks off another finger, leaving only one left sticking out. "So as it stands, you've said no to both desserts and coffee, which leads to the only other thing we serve." I blink back tears. "And what's that?" After everything that's happened today, I'm actually quite surprised at how well I'm doing, considering the circumstances. "Do you need a hug?" And that's all it takes for me to fall apart. ++++ In which Seth Wright spends the night trying to piece together Harper Quinn's broken heart. (cover by @SurroundedByThorns)