Pauline June is the nerd of the school. But why is the schools bad boy, Nicolas Witmore suddenly interested in her?

"Xander, you can't sit here and tell us that this doesn't look the least bit suspicious to you," Mordecai told me. "I'm pretty sure I know my own girlfriend, and I highly doubt she would shoot herself just to prove a point, or whatever the fuck you think she did it for," I replied. "This memory thing she has going on doesn't sit well with me. It's shady if we're being honest," Nadia commented. "You're just mad that Xander isn't interested in you anymore," Aziel told her. I inwardly laughed at the look on her face. "Ok, so maybe we need to look at this from a non biased view. She showed up shot, she can't remember anything, and her recent activities are questionable. That doesn't necessarily mean that she's guilty of all these crimes," Nigel pointed out. "Are we all forgetting the glorified fact that Xander taught her how to fight, and it only took her a day to learn everything? The girl is dangerous and you're all being blind!" Nadia said in frustration. I shrugged. "She's a fast learner. I don't get what you're so worked up about." "What is it about this girl that makes everyone doubt that she could possibly be a murderer?" she asked. "Have you even met her? Because you seriously sound bitter more than anything," Malachi told her. "I don't need to meet her. I know enough," she snapped. I got off of the table I was leaning on. "Look Nadia, you're honestly picking at straws, and it's clear that you don't like Noelle much, but I would highly suggest you stop accusing her of all this shit because she's innocent and you're starting to piss me off." "She's guilty and I'll prove it!" she said determinedly. I was about to say something when the door to the operations room flung open, revealing Margaux. "Alright, listen up! You have a new mission." "Finally! What is it?" Aziel asked. She smirked slowly. "It's simple really. Forget everything you thought you knew about Noelle Solano." Fuck my life!

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Meet Kayla Wilson, 'miss perfect' adorned with a five-leaf clover. She gets kicked out of her third job, fails her latest relationship, lost all her savings, and gets hit by a car, all in one day. And the next thing she knows, she fakes a marriage with John E. Brooks--a nerd turned hottie, who overly adored her when they were young. And to make it worse, Dorothy, John's meddlesome grandmother, devises a scheme for the two to be together, i.e., the last thing that they both wanted to happen. It's one mishap after another as little miss perfect finds out what it means to have it all flawlessly.

** Special Note ** This story will be edited at a later date to fit my current writing style, however, I am leaving this first very rough draft up until then. Highest Ranking -- # 1 in General Fiction - Feb 2015 to April 2015 Twenty-two year old Lea Mason didn't mind living a boring life far from the limelight that her parents enjoyed. In fact, she thrived in the solitude and mundane routines that she surrounded herself with. Carter Stephens, crime boss extraordinaire, enjoyed dishing out pain and punishment to those that dared to cross him. His only rules for life were simple: keep your friends close, but your enemies closer, know their every weakness and use that weakness to destroy them, never leave a witness alive, and never, under absolutely no circumstance, feel. **All rights reserved. No part of 'A Cartel Affair' may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.** **Please note - All Photos and Media content are owned by their respective photographers and/or artist.

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.

All I wanted was to learn how to play the guitar. I never asked for my teacher to be a boy in the worlds biggest boyband. But I'm not complaining.

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

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Blaze; the boyish but seductive daughter of Reese and Francisco Capone. She was a partyer, and not only did she love to party on the floor but she always loved it in bed, and she also would love to punch Jay Brenalds in the face. The only reason why she knew him and had to be in his presence almost every day was because he and her older brother, Mayne, had been best friends since they were infants. The man truly annoyed her, and it didn't help that he was two years older than her so he felt he had some type of 'authority'. Even though he was 21 and she was only 19 she could still put him in the hospital. But it was fine; she had Brooke, his cousin and her best friend, to help keep him in check. Jay was an only child; his make believe brother just happened to be his best friend, Mayne. The two were like two peas in a pod, inseparable, especially during a mission. Jay's Dad worked for Mayne's parent's organization as a tracker often and that allowed him and Mayne to work as assassins. They helped kill the worst of the criminals for the government and got paid for it. It was easy money. Blaze was completely content with being oblivious of their double life but of course she just had to get thrown in it. All she wanted to do was get some fried chicken from Mr. Brenalds; instead she ends up seeing Mayne slit someone's neck while Jay snapped another's. If that doesn't make you lose your appetite... ~ "Jay, if you touch my fucking boob I will cut your hand off." I threatened, staring at the body part with a very life-threatening glare. Jay thought over it for a minute, his eyes moving from his hand to my breasts multiple times. His hand then moved forward and grabbed my boob. I stared up at him in shock, and my anger was just rising as time went by. I was going to kill him. "That is why I was born with two, Blaze." Cover by @Eveninglatte