Annabelle Kennedy is a normal sixteen year old unaffected by the craze of internationally famous Xavier Matthews. Annabelle won't let an eighteen year old pop star distract her for her ambitions of being a musician. Xavier Matthews doesn't know who he is anymore. His management has taken control of his very soul, so much so he doesn't like the music he makes. Organised by his management (AKA. His dad), Xavier Matthews is the star of 'his' reality TV; The Search for Cinderella. 100 completely random school girls will come to sunny California to the mansion where the games will begin. The aim; to be Xavier's date to the grand ball. He thought it's going to be just another crappy TV show, until Annabelle Kennedy gives him a rude awakening.' (JUST A FRIENDLY REMINDER that i wrote this however many years ago when I was 14 years old lol. Prepare yourself for a cliche filled, poorly edited book). I

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

Every year a student is chosen to get a scholarship to graduate at the official Werewolf Committee. No one gets to meet or even see the high society wolves unless they are lucky enough to be born into a family of wealth, or to be chosen as a scholarship graduate. Elina Weitzel is the year's chosen scholarship graduate and she is the person who was least expected to be chosen. However even if she doesn't know it, she has the qualities the Werewolf Committee were looking for: Confidence, Academic, Athletic, Ambitious, and Compassionate. Little does she know, one of the powerful Alphas turns out to be her mate. [Highest Ranking; #1 Werewolf #1 Teen fiction] [Currently in featured section]

She just wants to be a sport journalist. She is always interviewing the best players in our Uni and sometimes she ends up dating them, but they always break her sweet heart. I would never do that, but she would never interview me even less date me because I'm just a regular football player in the team. I'm not the best, but I want to be. I want her to notice me. This year I'll be the best one. This year she will notice me. {AU Fan Fiction}