Marzia and Minx. End of story.

18-year-old Hope may look like the average brown- haired girl, but she's an obsessed fangirl who can barely control what she does. She is constantly refreshing YouTube so that she can watch his videos right when they've been uploaded, hanging posters of his face all over her small apartment, and even her videos on YouTube themselves have crazy fangirling in them. But one day Sean uploads a new video saying that he is moving near Hope, and she soon finds out that someone is moving into the apartment across from her's . . . This is my first story, I hope you all enjoy it! =3

"It's like Bloody Mary...only her name is Clara." New school, new friends...and a new game not very many are willing to play. Alex's first week at Ashworth, a boarding school in upstate New York, was something he was slowly getting used to. A school filled with history that still haunted the place...along with the ghost of girl murdered there almost a hundred years before. A game is played by four students the first Friday night of the new school year and this year, Alex was joining in. Not because anyone was forcing him to, but because he had to see what all the hype was about. No other students were willing to risk their sanity, but the four who played before swore they'd seen the girl every time. Too bad Alex believed their minds were only playing tricks on them. He thought the ghost girl was just a story made up by past students. Now, it was time for Alex to play. And there was someone else joining.

I suggest reading the first story before this one. Sequel to my most popular fanfiction "Star Crossed" Disclaimer: sorry for any incorrect spelling/grammar errors.

A pair of sky blue eyes looked back at me. Matthew. He tapped again. I got up and pulled open my window. "What are you doing here?" I asked timidly. Even though Matthew and I were neighbors, we certainly weren't friends. "I need somewhere to stay and your house is the closest." I noticed he was sporting a fresh bruise on his cheek bone. "Don't you have a friend's house you could go to?" I asked curiously. "That's the first place he'd look." he said simply but seriously. I bit my lip unsure. "Come on, Shaina. It's one night." I finally nodded and stepped away from the window. * This story contains scenes of bullying, self-harm, drugs and abuse with some mature language. *Go check out the sequel But Why Not

❝I hate the way you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. ❞ -10 Things I Hate About You You know how they say that sarcasm is actually a self-defence mechanism? Well, Sia Watson can relate to that. Living in her own little world of books and fictional boys, she never dreamed of facing reality in which Hunter Meyer would be her boss' son. Hunter is egoistic, annoying, too confident for his own good,but do his extremely good looks make up for it?Not in the least. Sia has to find a way to tolerate Hunter if she wants to keep her new job. It certainly doesn't help when Hunter starts attending her high-school and immediately gets the title of the newest heartthrob. In a world full of love, heartbreak and secrets, will one unexpected bond survive? Or will it become something much, much more? And when something awful threatens to destroy her family, when a long gone father comes back, when Hunter turns out not to be so horrible, will Sia make it out with her heart still intact?

Sequel to The Boy At My Window "It's always my reputation." he said bitterly. "What's always your reputation?" I asked confused. He sighed audibly. "Driving people away. People hear about my reputation and don't take time to get to know me. They either think I'm some huge bad ass and become my friend solely off of that or they think I'm a criminal and avoid me at all costs. Which one are you?" I felt kind of bad for him. It was sad no one knew who he really was. "I'll be the exception. I'll get to know you, Ryder Daniels. The real you." "Really?" I could practically hear the smile he was wearing in his voice. "You want to get to know me?" "Yeah. I want to know what goes on in that soccer head of your's." I said smiling to myself. All Rights Reserved

»And as the sun turns the sky to gold, then bright red, then dark blue, I realize something. Something I knew for a long time, but refused to admit it to myself. Something so simple, yet so complicated I missed it when it was right in front of me. I'm falling in love with Noah.« Love. The word that has many definitions. To Haven Winter, it meant sacrifice, hope, dedication. But, to Noah Xander, it only meant one thing. Heartbreak. Haven lost her parents in a tragic accident. Noah lost himself in a failed relationship. Eventually, they found each other. Love. The word with countless definitions. However, not all of them are good.