"Sweet, naive Louise." Louise loved the sensation of standing before a man whose presence was so intimidating that it left her with both the urge to obey and the urge to disobey. She loved to play with the tension that hung in the air, and to revel in the sweetness that came with it. With her pink clothes like flower petals and her skin white like porcelain, Louise was a doll, and only a select few of men were allowed to play with her. 
Still, she'd never come across a man powerful enough to shell away her teasing, curious exteriors and bring her to raw submission, whether it was to love or something darker. That is, until Michael came along. Truly out of nowhere.

The secret is out. The news is music to everyone's ears : Michael Jackson was never really dead. But the news sounds like ripped, rotten nails being dragged across a chalkboard to Mary and Tex. Their hideaway has been shoved into reality. Their sweet escape has been crushed. They will soon discover what happens when they are torn from Neverland as they cope with their return to everyday suburban life. Living with their old families, they can hardly call where they are "home" compared to the wild expeditions they shared with Michael in California. This is the final destination and the final mission. And Mary, Tex, and Michael have decided that, if they are going to go out, they will go out with a bang. This is it. They mustn't forget. YANA is a message. YANA is a symbol. YANA is the name of a million reminders. YANA is the finale.

This is my story of fear. This is basically a memoir of my life with my father, who mentally and emotionally abused me, though I didn't realize it for years. I will try as much as I can to write it as factually as possible but I will definitely be biased. Do not read if you are looking for a happy memoir. Please respect me and others going through something similar. Also, don't be afraid to let others know if you need help. Once I did that, things got much better.

When babysitting and playing a game of hide and seek, teenager Avery Miller stumbles upon something that will change her life forever... (Short chapters)

Clutching stiff, lifeless fingers, Mary cannot tell how she will continue on. The hands she holds will not guide her any longer. Tex is slowly becoming mute, and in his eyes, everything is losing its vibrancy. As their journey slips under a depression, the two cousins struggle to find their callings. The two face hardships, including killing addictions and dealing with the effects of being pushed to the sidelines. They will learn that pure evil has the ability to overcome the fairest of souls. Time will take its toll and wither the beautiful, and magic will be cast from the fingertips of the blessed. But Mary knows that, with determination, love conquers all. And nothing will stop her. Not even death himself. This story is NOT meant to be read in all seriousness.

Michael Jackson. The King. Who am I to tell you what he was to the world? Any way he was, one thing stays the same. He died, and the world felt guilty. But the world moved on. Tex was a simple boy. He was homeschooled, in tenth grade. He and his cousin, Mary, had always loved Michael. But now they were missing him more than ever, five years after his death. After hearing word that Neverland was to be sold, they decide travel to California to visit the home to see it in its untouched glory. And that is when everything they've ever known to exist is swayed, and their reality is altered. This is the story of having to trust your heart when your eyes deceive you. The story of doing what needs to be done when the world is no longer on your side. The story of giving your all to protect those you love. The story of the undead. The story of the extra terrestrial. And you must smile, through it all. Smile, though your heart is aching. This story is NOT meant to be read in all seriousness.

**The Darkest Direction is a comedic PARODY of the average One Direction fan fiction** Meet Alice Cowell, an eighteen year old girl living with Ed Sheeran. She has a normal life, a normal house, a normal wardrobe of tribal print leggings and oversized sweaters. But little does she know that a simple walk across the street could change her whole life. First the hit, then the ambulance, then the waiting room, then those five boys. And in one day, her whole life seems to go from suburban teen to a touring, killing, mansion residing star living in a spicy love hexagon. There will be falling in love and falling to the ground, there will be dying and coming back from the dead, there will be kidnapping, there will be killing, there will be orbs. But does her life change for the better? Or is she taking the darker direction? Perhaps the darkest direction?