(Unedited and started in 2010, beware of plot holes, terrible grammar and other misfortunes) Grace Tailor shouldn't have gone to that party on new years. She's regretted it ever since. Maybe if she hadn't have met Parker Stevens there, she would have never turned into this awful raging monster. With her crush Teagan b...
Lyric Evers is a normal happy girl with a pretty normal life. But all of that changes when her mother dies and she is sent to live with her mother's best friend, Darcy Silver. She is fine with moving in with Darcy, until Darcy tells her that she has FIVE sons all living in the same house as her.. How will Lyric deal w...
The two books in the I'm Gay, He's Straight series: -I'm Gay, He's Straight. -Kiss Me Like You Did. See inside for full blurbs :)
Gabriel Dyson. Pre law student at the top of her class and soon to be the youngest female lawyer to ever pass the bar exam with almost pefect scores. She seems to have her priorities straight and after getting her heart broken once, she vows to never fall in love again. Luke Striker. British heart-throb and lead sing...
Stella’s not like most girls. She doesn’t spend her nights talking about cute boys or who she’s going out with next week. Cause really, what’s the point in that? When a new kid, Jace Matthews transfers to her school, she’s probably the only girl not under his charm, making her Jace’s number one target. It seems like h...
Something strange is happening to Aiden Gray...he's afraid he just might be gay. Even stranger...he might like his best friend, Simon Fault. When Junior year rolls around, Aiden battles himself as he meets different people, starts doing sketchy things, and doesn't know quite what to do with himself...
"WATTY AWARDS 2011. PLEASE VOTE! :) Millie- Fun, talkative, friendly, shy and a complete tomboy. Doesn't believe in love, let alone love at first sight. Andrew- Outgoing, Cute, Hot, Sexy... according to Millie, that is. Can this guy completely reverse Millie's views about love in just one week and under not-so-ideal c...
Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all...
