WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION The Bro Code says to leave no bro behind... But what happens when you have to choose between love and friendship? ***** Nick Maguire would never betray his best friends, Carter and Austin, by breaking The Bro Code, and he knows they'd never do that either. They've got each other's backs. That is, until Carter's sister, Eliza, returns from Australia. Unfortunately, Eliza is basically incredible, and Nick almost immediately falls head over heels. The two begin to form an undeniable bond that crackles with electricity - and spells a whole lot of trouble. Nick is about to find out that codes are made to be broken. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

Journey Durant's father warned her, "Someday you'll have to lie in the bed you've made." But she didn't believe him... until now. She has just received news that her ex-boyfriend is about to be released from prison, and this reformed bad girl can't shake the feeling that her troubled past is coming home with him. The town of Emerson, Georgia has forgiven and forgotten her involvement in the most publicized tragedy in the town's history, but only because of her three-year absence, her prominent Southern Baptist family, and her marriage to the closest thing her small town has to a superhero. Bullets and emotions fly, leaving Journey to realize that no matter what penance she has done for her past, the mistakes of her youth still carry unpaid penalties. The Wattpad version of The Bed She Made is dedicated to my niece, @neondark.

Stephanie Ella -Rose Edwards. That's my name. Taking notes? You should, 'cause my life is very confusing. I'm the Daughter of Blair Edwards. Yeah, the fashion model. Didn't know she had a daughter? She acts like she doesn't. Actually, she has 4. Daughters, that is. She also has one son. Anyways, They've all graduated and headed off for Harvard, except for Spencer, my one and only brother. Upon first glance, many people say I look perfect. I did inherit my mothers looks... but, after that, it all goes downhill. With my 'rude' tendencies, and 'slutty' ways and lack of manners, and what not. Most girls of with my level of importance would have the 'perfect' boyfriend. You know, the one with the perfect grades, perfect car, perfect spot as captain of the football team. Well, you see, I wasn't exactly taught how to be in a relationship. Seeing as how my mother is with another man every other night... that is, when she's not on some photo shoot thingy. Any-who, my mother taught me everything I know. When she's done playing with one of her boy toys, she'd start out with a sob story about how she was just getting out of a relationship. Then she'd move on to the apology about why she shouldn't have used them like that, and open up a fresh can of tears. Then, to seal the deal, she'd give them a peck on the cheek. Fool proof... 99% of the time. I'm getting off topic! What I'm trying to say, is that I've had to break a lot of hearts(And am blaming it on my mother!). Trust me though, I am no slut. You can just call me... The Play Girl.