I tugged the sleeves of my sweater to cover both of my hands, subconsciously as I walked into my dorm room. There was a boy, he looked a little older than me, sitting on the ledge, the same boy I saw earlier, reading his book. One of the windows at the back of the room was opened, letting the air in. It must be his girlfriend's room then. He saw me and walked back up the roof and climbed into the room. He held out his hand, "Hello, I'm Max." * * * * * This story goes over the first year of Logan and Max knowing each other. With some extra stuff at the end. Highest Ranking: General Fiction #88 Teen Fiction #704 Cover done by FutureAuthor98 Copy Right 2014

Addison Knight is my name, playing nice is not my game. Well, that's not completely true. It's only with the Daniels' that I'm not civil. They're annoying, bothersome, jerks who are practically my brothers. We grew up together so we're always on each others nerves. On my seventeenth birthday - the year my parents agreed to take me on a road trip - my life turns into a disaster. Call me over dramatic if you want, but when your cozy little trip across the country suddenly turns into a massive, chaotic circus, you're not going to be the happiest goldfish in the box. *** © This story, "The Road Trip," is protected under copyright laws. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law. © Posted 5/20/12 Completed 7/30/12

Gangs. That was the one thing that had ruined Evelyn Summers life since the start. With her brother being the leader of “The London's Eyes,”growing up in a world of cruelty was something Evelyn Summers had to become accustomed to. But thing's about to get a whole lot worse. Gangs are starting to form all over London- with the intention of destroying London's Eyes. What will happen when the leader of the most powerful gang offers protection in exchange for Evie? Will Evie be able to survive Sebastian King? She just might have to- because as we all know, Sebastian isn't planning on letting her go any time soon. +++++ Our breaths were heavy and ragged, our chests skimming against each other. "You're no good for me." I whispered, my eyes searching his emotionless ones. "Well that's just too bad, now is it?" +++++

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.