A girl named Winter is living a normal life if you think being a mermaid, having powers, and being the secret daughter of the little mermaid is normal. She lives in a place called "Fairy Tale Land" Her sister Melanie and her posse are a complete bitch to her. Her mother died. And her father was her only friend in the exception of Madeline. Her funny, crazy, nice friend. What happens when she finally had enough of Melanie and her friends and leaves to Earth. There's a certain cute blonde guy who catches her attention and Winter has a secret admirer. -COPYWRITE- DO NOT COPY THIS STORY!! I MADE IT THEREFORE I FINISH IT!! Have a nice day.

This is a story about Jade Walker. Just a normal teenage girl waiting to turn 19. Well...... Almost normal. But what's gonna happen when One Direction gets involved with her dirty little secret. (Muwahahahahaha..... Sorry I thought it was the right moment) Anyways if you want to be on Jade's journey with her... You should probably read... Thanks xoxo, _ChanLou_

Elizabeth Morris is an average fifteen year old girl in North Carolina. When she travels to London to visit family she hopes to forget about the trouble she had back home. When she meets somebody who finally understands her, will life intrude once again or can she be happy for once?

Gab moves into a new house close to the centre of London. She is then signed up to a prep school. When she attends the school she bumps into a cute boy named Brooklyn Beckham. His fame doesn't bother her at all. *Editing* (E)=Edited #Wattys2016

Lucy Reynolds originally lived in America, With her mum and sister. When something unexpected happens... Her and her family have to move to London again, when she meets The one and only Brooklyn Beckham. A few complications come her way threw the journey but have they affected her too much to scar her?

I’ve never been the type of person to say, “I love you.” Those three words, so little on paper, so short on the tongue, hold such monstrous and colourful causes behind them it makes my heart quake. But here he stands before me, the edges of my gaze focused upon his face. The fault lines of my soul crash into one another, crumbling the great structures of my emotions into desolate rubble. With everything inside me I want to scream those three monstrous, colourful little words. He turns, his hand reaching out as if to touch mine and his small gesture seems to be erecting a mountain out of the desert of my existence. Our fingers interlace. My mind is a hurricane. I see my own storm reflected in his eyes. And I realize I do not have to say the words at all. We both know them by heart.

so it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames... "you love me. real or not real?"