A trimmed strand of hair can never be brought back to its original length instantly. Her scissors yapped like a shark as she repeatedly snapped it open and close. She then laid her eyes on the mirror, which was bearing her reflection. Cold warmth was beginning to envelope her, but she heaved a deep sigh to calm herself. Then, she brought her head closer to her mirror. Excited yet uncertain, she began the procedure of cutting her fringes, strictly keeping in mind the instructions dictated by her source online blog. Shortly, the blades of her scissors reached the last strand to cut, and so she placed the instrument back to her table. She closed her eyes as the remaining newly cut strands fell down. Fright, nervousness, and excitement quickly wrapped her chest, and the thumping inside it intensified. She bit her lower lip and clenched her fists, and after heaving another sigh, gradually lifted her eyelids. "Oh. My. Gosh ..." For minutes, she just kept staring at her new bangs in silence, admiring how perfect it turned out. Its tips landed beautifully just below her eyebrows, the ideal length for it. It was not cut in a straight horizontal, but rather in a smooth convex, shaping her face into a smaller oval instead of harshly squaring it. The numbers of strands were also not too much, leaving a faint peek on her forehead. She gave herself a pat on the shoulder for doing a great job on following the instructions properly. Indeed, everything will certainly be fine as long as rules are followed. "I hope he'll like it . . ."

Screaming, crying, perfect storms-- these are the ones filling the whole mansion as I retaliate to the endless rants of my grandmother. I have been keeping everything for years, but right now, all my respect and patience for her has been leeched out from me. "I AM NOT DOING WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO! STOP DICTATING MY LIFE!" I run out of the mansion as those words escape out from my mouth like an enraged army of Ninevites. Grandma and her uncountable army of serfs chase me under the pouring rain. I am definitely soaking wet, but I run and run, nonetheless. Tears dive out from my eyes, as if joining the rain in wetting me. I have ran a few distances already. However, something unexpected follows suit. I covered my ears as a sudden roar from the sky sent me cringing in horror, but I continue running anyway. What startled me, however, is the fact that the lightning hasn't flashed yet. Then, it comes. Everything goes white, disappearing behind the vivid brightness that blinded me and the whole world. "AAAAAAAAHHH!" My astraphobia instantly possesses my, weakening all my muscles and joints, and eventually stopping my heart from beating ... I wish sound travels before light, so that they will hear me before judge me from what they see ...

~~TBGTC's Slogan: A Love Story For the Contagious. How funny will it be if the boy was referred to have the cooties instead of the girl?~~ All my life I've been taught that women are nothing but snakes waiting just the perfect moment to trap you and then sink poison into your veins. So, getting them before they get me is always the way to go. I have rules that I live by (literally) that keep me in check to never fall in love. That's not my life's plan. So sex is just that--sex; and nothing else. I just smoothly move on to the next victim. And my actions have caused some violent scenes and has brought out a childish rumor of me having the cooties. But my dad is proud of me and what I do so I'm proud of me and what I do. Or at least I was. Because I have this strange attraction to the new girl at my school, Alana Atkins. I don't know why because I've never gotten that close to a girl to have an attraction other than a sexual one. But Alana--Alana is different. I guess it's because she's a challenge since she doesn't put up with my bullshit or from the fact that for the first time I don't want just sex from her. But that's not going to stop me from trying. Even after some peeved one-night stands from my past seek out revenge on me or after I find out that one of my best friends has had a fling with her in the past and is now trying to win her back. I want Alana and I want her in my bed. But what happens after I do that? Will I screw her over like I do all my other one-night stands? Or will it all change because of my feelings for her? But love is not the way to go. I won't do it. My dad won't be proud of me anymore. But am I just lying to myself? Who will I choose? Alana or my dad? ~~WARNING: Will contain foul language and mild sexual conduct.~~

"Wait," I stopped him. He turned back to me and crooked one eyebrow. I said with my trembling voice, "I-I love you." He smirked and started coming close to me with slow steps. I closed my eyes thinking he was gonna kiss me. But all he did was pinching my cheeks with a smile crept on his face. Then he walked outside the room and I was standing there alone feeling like an absolute fool. Hi, I am Jennifer D'souza and this is my story with the boy who can't speak.

Every day is special and meaningful, everyday deserves to be written down. Steps to enjoy this book: 1. Pick a number from one to the last number of the published parts. 2. Read the texts. 3. Understand. 4. Keep it. 5. Live. It's a perk of today!

The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.

Do you believe in destiny? In true love and the possibility of loving someone so completely that your soul remembers them in a next life? I guess I'd never given it much thought before. I mean, why would I? I'd thought Callen and I were meant to be together. We'd always been best friends. What could be more perfect than that? And if it seemed as if something indefinable was missing between us- well, I just assumed that someday it would fall into place too. But that was before... Before he came into my life. With the very first slide of his fingers as they whispered across my skin, I knew... I knew that he was my forever. There was just something magnetic that drew me to him. And I realized that what I'd always felt for Callen paled in comparison to what this mysterious boy meant to me. He was like the very air needed for breath. Without him I was left to gasp and choke. I'm not sure I could have fought against the lure of him, even if I'd wanted to. But never could I imagine just how our story began. Just how we'd become entwined in the first place and that once we were connected, it would last forever. Even knowing that both our lives would be placed in jeopardy because of our love, I still would not be able to turn away from him. And knowing everything that I do now... I would do it all over again for just the chance at togetherness. ****Forgotten is now available as an ebook for purchase at Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, and Amazon, as well as other ebook retailers. If you would like to own a copy of your very own, please consider purchasing one for $2.99! Thank you!****

First Kiss can be earth-shattering and so can 'broken promises', especially when both are sealed and delivered by the one who has held your heart in the palm of his hand since the day you turned a teen. Seventeen-year-old Divya Narayan is a high-spirited young girl with an adventurous streak in her, who doesn't think twice before taking a risk. She learns very early in life that broken promises by the ones you love equal a broken heart. So she makes two promises - Never to fall in love and never to break a promise. One fateful night four years ago, Aryan Diaz not only broke Divya's heart but also her trust and their unique bond of friendship. When the charming heart-breaker returns next door to Divya, he holds more than a key to her locked heart; he has answers that can set her free to break the promises she made. Join me as I paint their love and their first kiss with vibrant colors that dull the promises they both had to break.

"How do you choose from three kinds of perfect?" * * * * * Most people know me as the smartest girl in school but my real name is Sara Preston. My life changed when I wore a dress with more sparkle than a disco ball The football captain who was my childhood best friend. An Honors student with the most amazing blue eyes and a British accent. My childhood nemesis who could disarm a nuclear bomb with his smile. How do you choose from three kinds of perfect? You just can't. Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper cover by @FvckHumans

[BEING PUBLISHED -- sample and more info inside] One girl. One camp for delinquents. One hell of a summer. Falice Winters has always been the goody-two shoes. Her twin Arabelle . . . not so much. So what happens when their dad plans to ship Arabelle off to a camp to clean up her act? Well, naturally, Arabelle would find a way out. Her solution? Falice! It was a simple plan: Falice would pretend to be Arabelle and go to the delinquent camp while Arabelle got to have the time of her life with her boyfriend in London. Falice thought her summer was going to consist of sitting on the couch reading novels all day or hanging out with her friends. Never did it cross her mind that she would be pretending to be her sister in a camp of delinquents. But now she's stuck at a camp all summer where being rude is the new "in." And everything turns for the worse when someone figures out her secret. Will Falice survive the summer? Or will everyone learn that she's faking delinquency?