Amelia is the mysterious girl with no last name. Sherlock is the detective with no mystery unsolved. When Amelia appears on his doorstep, claiming to be moving into the spare room in Sherlock's flat, a new mystery is thrown upon the detective's shoulders. Will Sherlock be able to solve this mystery? And better yet, will he be able to tolerate the answer? ☆●☆●☆●☆●☆●☆ Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own anything related to Sherlock in any way, shape, or form. I do, however, own Amelia and the terrible plot. A/N: I apologize for how cliché and fast-paced this book is; I wrote this book ages ago and it isn't very good. I do have a rewritten version in progress, but it isn't finished yet. Sorry.

You just arrived at your new apartment in L.A. and are waiting for your favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, to upload, but when his videos are late and you hear a crash from next door, you never would have guessed who you're living next to... Romance is blooming, but it isn't all tiny boxes and rainbows. The Internet is a VERY unforgiving place. Especially for a Girliplier...

Life's never been easy for Alice Springs. Best friends with the golden trio, when Alice finds herself falling for Draco Malfoy, the one person she should hate most, she finds her life tumbling apart. Alice finds herself faced with a decision she thought she'd never have to make. Her friends, or her love? With Voldemort on the rise, Alice soon finds herself struggling not only in her social life, but in a battle between her conscience and her heart. Life will never be the same again.

It's been a year since Melanie Hotchner and Spencer Reid got engaged. They were supposed to get married in three months, but some else has other plans in mind. It's a race against the clock when Mel's Toyota is blown up, causing her to forget everything that happened in the last year, including Spencer! The team must find the person who did this to her and Spencer must get her memory back before the UnSub does something worst.

I was a normal teenage girl. Keyword: Was. They took everything from me. My father. My mother. My little brother. My only friends. If you're not careful, they'll take yours too. They're behind every corner, every window, every computer, watching you. They're not human, at least, not as you or I would perceive them. They're not known to us by any conceivable name, but they know us. Be careful where you read this, if you dare. They're everywhere. They took my home. And they'll take yours. The A.A.S., as they're known as, will destroy everything if I don't stop them. I'm the last of us, and I can't do it on my own. I need your help. I need you to see the story, pick up where I left off-- maybe then they can be destroyed. The portals are more frequent, but we don't notice. I didn't. I have nowhere to start but the beginning. And it is there you will learn.

In the kingdom of Highfire, you can pack an entire house into one suitcase, grow a vegetable in a second, and have an intriguing conversation with a tree that is four times your size. If you are Aurelie Dranoir, the chosen heir to the Highfire throne, you might not find all these things as appealing as they sound.

Sawyer Lindquist was the stereotypical nerd. Glasses, smart beyond belief, few friends, never really partied, and virgin. And like every good nerdy story there has to be a jock guy. The bully. The one to ruin her life, yet she still falls for him, and he falls for her by the end of the book. But I promise you, this book does involve romance, nerds, and jocks. But the biggest thing it involves, is revenge. Revenge is best served on a plate of kiss my ass.

Just send the text I think to myself as I type the words 'I like you' across the screen. I reluctantly, with trembling fingers, press the send button. I finally got up enough courage to send a text to my longtime crush Zayden Breez. Zayden Breez is typing. The suspense was killing me. How long could it possibly take to type the words 'I like you too'? I mean seriously, was this boy writing an essay? Who is this? The words appear across the screen. Didn't Zayden have my number? Maybe he was just playing with me. Keira Mayberry, we have math together Isn't this Zayden Breez. I quickly scramble to type. He actually was talking to me! Zayden Breez is typing. No, this is Ashton I dont' know a Keira. Pretty name though. I sigh. Well I messed this up. Maybe he's just playing I tell myself. But I'm starting to doubt it. Sorry, wrong number. I type before deleting the number and text messages. That didn't go as planned