Last night I made the worst decision of my life, unbeknowest of the consequences. I can't change it. I can't take it back. That split second of doubt and uncertainty brought me where I am now. Alone. I have no idea what I'm doing. The power of seeing the future is something I never wanted and wish to give back. No one really knows how to help me except some ex-gypsy boy named...well, I don't know how to really pronounce it. And even then, I don't think he really knows what he's doing. He just pretends to it seems like. So here I am with a power I can't completely control and the boy I love on the other side, where I wanted to be. And I'll do whatever I have to to get there with him. But in order to do that, I have to learn things about myself and my family that I never wanted to. That I never imagined were true. But I'll do it if it means I can talk to him again. If it means I can be the person I want myself to be, the person my mother wanted me to be. ~ * ~ Natalie Abernathy has made her choice. Now she is forced to live with it. ~ * ~ Sequel to Life Lines

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?

Who's that person over there? They're waving at you. You see them? Yeah... That's me. Now I'm walking over to you. Say hi to me. Yeah, hi. So what now? You're stood there. I'm stood here. What shall we do? How about we just stand here for a while and laugh at bypassing elephants. Why are we laughing at them? Because they're funny. Why are they funny? Read to find out...

The official fan fiction for One Direction

When you're marked you have two choices; fight or die. Nance lives in the past, literally. Her city is a recreation of early twenty-first century society. To the outside world they're experiments, just rats running around a maze. In an impoverished future world, the city seems to be their only chance of finding where they went wrong, or so they say. Nance doesn't know the real purpose of her home, and she doesn't care. All she sees are the one hundred teenagers, just like her, who are killed every year in the barbaric ritual known as the marking. They tattoo your face and pit you against your peers, against the city. Nance doesn't know why, but it doesn't matter, because she's sixteen and it's her turn to be marked. **So I decided to replace the original story with the rewrite because they are pretty much exactly the same. Plus, it's a lot less complicated then having two separate books for the same story.** There is a * next to all rewritten chapters. THE ORIGINAL VERSION IS COMPLETE. IT'S JUST NOT MARKED AS SUCH BECAUSE I GAVE UP ON THE REWRITE.

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11 girls, their lives overlooked. 11 stories, all connected. Delve into their lives at school and discover what really goes on. This is Hogwarts. These are the Hogwarts Diaries.

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'"Did you know no snowflake is the same?" I asked Quinn. He glanced up at me slowly, "Yes... Almost like us." I tilted my head in confusion and Quinn sighed sharply, as though he were talking to an idiot. "We all used to be the same, do the same things. Eat, sleep, walk, talk. But being here has changed us... and not for the better" I stared at him. Never had I heard him be so deep, and he sounded almost... sad. I glanced away from his sharp gaze, and started drawing names in the snow... ELANA JAMES QUINN VINCENT "You do know he's most likely dead." Quinn's word were harsh and sharp, like a dagger through the heart. I hastily wiped away tears from my cheek that I hadn't felt fall. "Hmmm." I hummed a reply, not daring to talk, knowing my voice would show my feelings.' It's the 100th anniversary of the Hunger Games, and that means a special game... on a deserted island with no way of getting home.... unless you get killed.