[completed] In which Zayn, an upcoming author, has Justin as a neighbor who never fails to kill his patience. "I need to work!" Zayn exclaimed. "Go ahead. I'll just sit here." Justin said, smirking and patting the chair. "Screw you!" "I'm okay with that." "Ugh." #199 in SHORT STORY - 8/6/17 #889 in FANFICTION - 27/8/17 #845 in FANFICTION - 28/8/17 #705 in FANFICTION - 1/9/17

Adalyn lives a boring life, she has a scheduled routine, rich life, and parents who are barely home. For other teenagers life would be perfect but for her it's too boring, to lonely. Until one day it turns into total choas...her life changes in a blink of an eye. Sebastian Cortez was born in Span's Royal Family all his life he has been prepared to take the throne once his father steps down. But there's a problem..Sebastian isn't your common Prince. There is more to him then anyone could think. What happens when these two are force to get married? Can the deal with each other especailly when one of them is in love with someone else... Marriage wouldn't be their only problem, they would soon realize they would have to stand together if they didnt want to get destroyed. Would you be able to do it? Be a princess? Fight against people that hate you? Would you risk it all...

For all Stiles knew he was human. But then his dad tells him that his mom's grandparents are children of Greek gods Athena and Hermes, He goes to Camp Half-Blood for the summer. Stiles, after three months, returns to Beacon Hills. He is now trained with different skills of weaponry and fighting. But a new threat is arising among Beacon Hills and Stiles is the only one who can help along with The Seven. Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or the PJO series. This is after Kate Argent.

{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.

"Different on the outside but the same on the inside." A good girl and a bad boy crazy about each other,but love isn't easy.