What if Jack had lived after the ship sank, and both Jack and Rose had to deal with evil Cal? Also, how will these two be able to make a living? Jack is a poor artist and Rose - well, she's a pampered girl who's never worked a day in her life! Read about the trials and tribulations of the young couple after they survive the sinking of the Titanic! Please read and review!

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Phil is an orphan, bullied, and living alone with no friends in a home. He does his best not to let that fact that no one seems to care about him get to him, but it's getting harder. Then a nice couple start to take interest in him, and it turns out they have a son his age, Daniel, but the love they begin to share isn't of a brotherly nature...

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When Elizabeth Pond gets the chance to meet Dan Howell and Phil Lester her whole world is turned upside down. Elizabeth finds herself falling for Dan, and Dan falling for her, but will Phil or their fans get in the way? Will her parents not approve of them? Elizabeth doesn't know. The only thing she is absolutely sure of is that Dan is her everything with his perfect hair, hilarious jokes, and famous grin and she never wants to lose him.

Having a best friend is probably one of the most amazing things in the world. They're always here for you when you need a laugh or a shoulder to cry on. They stick with you through the downs and always bring you up. When you break a leg, when you're sick, when your heart is broken there is nobody to call other than your best friend. This is simply the story of two best friends being best friends but what happens when they stop being just best friends? This is not just an era, a page in a book, a day in your life. This is more than that. To Tyler Oakley and Troye Sivan this is everything.

"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**