Camilla Lodge is the older sister of Veronica Lodge. when Camillia moves back to riverdale with her family she meets the famous southside serpents along with a handsome man named FP jones.

Complications! That is the one thing Trish is trying to avoid. Until the biggest temptation walked through her doors in the form of Kevin. So now she is battling with an ex who won't quit and the man who may just be prepared to complicate her life in monumental ways. He is not only her boss but the best friend of her Ex. She should walk away but his touch and the way he strums her body like a Spanish guitar is just enough for her to give into the biggest temptation these sides of the Sahara. 'Do you rescue damsels in distress as well.' His hand moved casually to the back of the lounge chair accidentally grazing my skin. I shivered. 'Depends on what you need saving from,' he said. Wait, who said I needed saving. I just needed to kiss him real bad. I let my head fall back on the lounge chair. His thimb was so close to my neck now. 'Do you?' 'Do I what?' 'Need saving?' Yes lord, my mind screamed. His fingers traced patterns on my neck. How did that happen? How were they on my skin? A fire was ignited in my core and I moved even closer to him. Oblivious of everyone else. I needed to be lost. Lost in him forever. I was spellbound. 'What if I do? Would you save me?' I was playing with fire. Where was Amina to rescue me. You are an adult Goddamnit. Behave like one. My lips were dry. I licked them tasting the strawberry lipstic. His eyes darkened. Desire. I am sure he could see the same in mine. Thick dark and in need of fulfilling. I should kiss him.

I remember you well from the Chelsea Hotel. Lily Brookshire never forgot Dean Winchester, even though he had forgotten her but only because of a little potion. {Dean Winchester Short Story}

He's hot... He's sexy... He's perfect... He's a Greek god... Hendrix Campbell is one yummy guy and he is an all-in-one package. I wouldn't call him a 'player' or a 'bad boy' or any cliche names you use to describe a dude because he doesn't belong in neither categories. He flirts with girls a lot but that doesn't make him a player in my opinion because he never did settled to one lady and he likes to play and fool around so much that it's hard to muster if he really likes you or just teasing... I don't think he will ever find the perfect one who is gonna please his standards but fate bumped into me and dared me a challenge to see if I was the one.... Am I the one? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>~<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Check out my new story!!! "Trouble Screams Yorkley" in my page!!! It's like an instalment of MSBIAP if you liked my first book:)

**Discontinued** Charlotte Rae Johnson and Stefan Salvatore were destined to be together. Everybody who knew them considered it True Love. But that was in 1864, now its present day. After Stefan forcefully changed Charlotte, she ran from Mystic Falls, hoping to never return. But when something pulls her back she's forced to deal with her past, including a no humanity Stefan. Will Charlotte and Stefan be able to rekindle their love or with someone get in the way? - ѕтeady вreaтнιng prodυcтιonѕ © - cover credιт тo ғreevιrтυalĸιѕѕeѕ [The Vampire Diaries]

What happens when Elena Gilbert's older cousin, Clarabella Reese, moves to Mystic Falls and can't help but gravitate towards a certain Original? And what happens when that same man is so strongly pulled towards her and can't seem to forget about her for a moment? Can they make it work or will they be each others' doom? What will happen to them in the end? Read on and Find out. :)

They say love is sweeter the second time around, is that really the case though? Before Niklaus Mikaelson turned into a vampire, he met the love of his life, Nicolette. It seemed to be forever and a day between Nicolette and Niklaus, but some mistakes just can't be erased and some scars don't fade.

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."