She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

These are little one shot stories that I wanted to do for my student/teacher romances. These stories show what happened to Alice and Malcolm from Queen of Spades, after their story concluded. These stories will also show the continuation of Westley and Maddison's romance and may include short romance stories of their friends and families as well.

Westley Vincent James Jr. had been in a Spanish street gang, graduated to Los Santos gang when he returned to Cuba and now finds himself at odds with the world of his father in Canada. He has trouble with authority, no clue what he wants from his future and can only be sure of one thing, the new dance teacher Ms. Avery, makes something inside his chest hurt with the need to hold her. She's just supposed to be the substitute dance teacher and his calculus tutor, but what happens when West wants her to be something more?

{For those who HATE student/teacher stories, TRY THIS ONE ANYWAYS. I dare you to read it and say it was a waste of time} Alice 'Ace' Spade had fled her horrible foster family by the time she was sixteen and found a way to survive by dancing in a sleazy strip club. One night a man named Malcolm is brought in by his friends and Ace and Mal hit it off. Until the cops crash the club and discover that Ace is only seventeen and a runaway. They force her back to school and back to the foster family that abused her. Her only solace is that Malcolm is now her teacher and sometimes protector. But what happens when they still have powerful chemistry and a growing affection towards each other?

“Is she dead? I think she’s dead,” someone said in a very, very British accent. “She’s not dead Louis, the doctors just gave her some medicine to make her sleep,” another boy’s voice said. “Do you think that’s her natural hair color?” a third voice asked. This one I could barely understand. There was a lilt to his voice that I just couldn’t put my finger on. “I don’t know Niall, why don’t you ask her when she wakes up?” someone replied sarcastically. Someone sighed, I was guessing Niall. “Her hair’s so, blond,” a boy said. “It’s okay Harry, we know you fancy blondes,” Louis said. “Just because I slept with that one blond girl does not mean I’m into blon-” “But she is pretty,” one of the voices said. I had lost track. “Yeah. She’s very pretty,” Harry murmured.