Rowan Ellis and her father decide to move across the country following the unexpected death of her mother the summer before her junior year of high school. Upon arriving to their new home in Frankenmuth, Michigan, Rowan and her Father meet Kelly and Karen Kiszka- their new neighbors who happen to have 4 children of thier own. Rowan immediately becomes close with all of her new neighbors. Well, all but one of them.

Lennon Eloise Bronte and Joshua Michael Kiszka were destined to be the best of friends. From birth, they were inseparable. Josh's mom had accepted Lennon as one of her own, and the world had seemed to be right whenever they ran together. Lennon loved the Kiszka's, and the Kiszka's loved Lennon. Well, almost. If it hadn't have been for Sam. Maybe it was the fact that they were the same age, a little too competitive, or that their irreconcilable differences stirred up feelings of intense hatred, but it was well known that Samuel Francis Kiszka and Lennon Eloise Bronte were never to be friends. Both Sam and Lennon stuck to this narrative with ferocious tenacity. Until one night in the middle of summer that ignited something in each of them that they could no longer ignore.

"I never thought I'd find the love of my life. Hell, I never thought I would love someone like this... But here we are..." In which a Swedish musician meets four boys and ends in an adventure of a lifetime.

Maeve has many jobs just to keep herself afloat. She is always on the move and never stays in one place long. When she gets offered a live in job taking care of a mans dogs and doing light housework it seems like a dream. Was this too good to be true? This story takes place after My Way Soon, and Promised you Heaven. I highly suggest reading those first. <3

When the boys show up to your record store they didn't know what they were getting into, and neither did you. Eden, your four year old daughter, wins their hearts. But who will get yours? Greta Van Fleet *I own the characters, I do not own anything involving the actual band.*

sam and violet have been best friends since high school, and he's keeping her close as his musical career is growing- which is rather big rather quickly. with neither of them admitting to their romantic feelings, will they be able to maintain their friendship? where is the line separating a close friendship from a partnership? timeline: the battle at gardens gate has been released but everyone is a few years younger than currently. in chapter 1 sammy and oc are 20, danny is freshly 21, the twins are 23. everyone is still living in michigan. please keep in mind that this is fiction and not all details are meant to be realistic!! certain things are random just for the storyline.

Soulmates - a Samuel Francis Kiszka story This book is a sequel to Roommates, it cannot be read as a stand alone

"You've got to be kidding, Astrid. After all of this- Everything we talked about, you're still leaving," Sam's eyes welted up with angry tears. His face changed expressions to a furrowed brow. He rubbed his forehead. I couldn't move. I just stared down at him, sitting on his bed. I held my backpack in my arms. He glanced up at me, just staring. Expressionless. Sam angrily stood up, and paced around the room. "Jesus Astrid," he said. He stood in front of me. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me Astrid," He locked eyes with me. His eyes were tinted pink from the tears that escaped from his tear ducts. His eyes traveled all along my face. I felt wetness fall down my cheek. I quickly swiped it away. Sam didn't break eye contact. "Say it," he said, firmly. "Sam-" I stuttered. "Say it, Astrid. Say you don't love me, and this can all be over," He breathed heavier with every word. His voice was on the brink of cracking. He sucked his bottom lip under his top teeth. "Stop," my voice was low and shaking. He closed his eyes and dropped his head. I closed mine and let my tears vibrate my body with a pattern of panicked breaths. I opened my eyes quickly when I felt his movement. He looked back into my eyes with tears flowing down his cheeks. He put his palms on my cheeks and kissed my forehead. He rested his forehead on mine for a quick second, then glanced back into my eyes. "Goodbye, Astrid,"