Death should be calm, death should be peaceful, death should happen when you're old, but death doesn't ask for an age and death doesn't care who you are. Marley learns this life lesson when spectating a hockey match literally knocks her out. She races away from her fears and discovers the only person who can see her is Trent. Scared of going home, Marley attaches herself to Trent. The only thing that'll rid Trent of Marley is answers. Is she dead, is she in limbo and what happens next? While scouting for answers and discovering her new ghost abilities, the pair find themselves in an otherworldly relationship. Things become complicated when Marley's memory and ghost fade. The expression six feet under just gave her a reality check.

After a devastating accident, Dean Adams finds himself drawn to his classmate, and nurse-in-training, Katie Reynolds. What he doesn't expect to discover is that, as much as he needs her, she needs him even more.

Imagine this: You getting paired up with the school's Bad Boy to take care of a fake baby for a Sex Education project. Things can't possibly get worse right? Ha! Wrong....I have to move in with him too.

Amber is a normal, cliche, everyday high school teenager. Good grades, 1st in her class, respectful and loving. Seriously, every parents wet dream. Logan is the complete opposite. Bad boy, troublemaker, stealing girls hearts one by one. Not only do they go to the same school but they're also window partners. Will Amber just be another one of Logan's 'girls' or will she actually steal the bad boys heart this time?

"Let me make you a deal. You tutor me so that I pass high school with...well not flying colors because I'm not that smart, but you know with good enough grades so that I can get out of high school." "And what exactly do I get out of this?" "Simple: You tutor me and I tutor you." "For what?" "To be a cheerleader. It'll be like an assignment. Let's call this Project Pom Pom" *~*~*~*~ Meet Elizabeth Andrews. A nobody in her school. Her friends= 0, her social status= 0, her GPA= 4.0 (the only thing in her high school life that's more than 0). Like every cliche nerd she's in love with Tyler Matthews. Gorgeous, athletic, funny and a total asshole. And like every girl Lizzy dreams of the day Tyler's gonna realize that she's the one for him but here's the truth people: it ain't no cliche fairy tale. And the reason is because Tyler Matthews dates cheerleaders. ONLY them and Lizzy is no cheerleader. Until the head cheerleader makes her an offer she can't deny. The deal is simple: Lizzy tutors her and in return she tutors her. To be a cheerleader. And this is how their..uh..project (I guess?) began: Project Pom Pom I'm not good at description and I'm pretty sure that this sucks but please do give it a try. I swear it won't be half as bad as the description. Oh and if you're looking for a typical nerd and bad boy cliche then do not read this. It is not a typical cliche love story. This is more than a love story, this is a story about finding yourself.

What happens when the good girl who never does anything bad Aliyah is forced to move in with bad boy James when her parents go out of town for a business trip for 7 months ? Then to top it all off James parents leave to go on a vacation . Which leave James and Aliyah in the same house , by their selves for almost a year ! There's heartbreak , lies , love , secrets and drama in this house :) ENJOY ;)

(Previously known as The Cinderella's Bad Boy) ------- "Be your own kind of Cinderella" ............ (Extended Summary inside) All Rights Reserved. (Cover by : -infinities) (IMPORTANT: This is NOT a re-telling of Cinderella. It is a pure work of TEEN FICTION AND HUMOUR.)

[BOOK I COMPLETED] I'm Sam Matthews, 16-years-old as of now. Well my shitty story is that I am a girl, not a guy. In this fucked up world every human soul mistakes my name as "boy-like." Which REALLY doesn't make any sense. Maybe it's just me, though... I'm not girly, I hate acting and behaving like one, or dressing like one. I am apart of the Matthews family, one of the richest and successful families out there (not really.) I am the youngest of this trash of a family, or known as the disappointment or the mistake. I have two older, prettier (I guess), and much more successful sisters. They make me look bad in front of almost everyone. I don't ever get spoiled, just because I'm rich doesn't mean I get treated right from anyone in this household. Yeah I got no talents or skills and hardly any smarts, but hey I'm still me. Does that count? My parents are the worst, they wanted a boy so they went for a "boy-like" name. They treat me like shit, they looked past me, beat me, and never bothered to get to know me. They basically made me into the person I am today. A cold-hearted bitch, with surprises up her sleeve. I got a cool-ass butler, the only person I saw as family. He's the best. The past years were the worst, what happened to me is something I can't forget. Not until I do something about it... But the fun doesn't end there! I'm going to a new school. Due to recent circumstances, this all boys school just accepted me! Haha, PERFECT. They literally thought I was a guy, so they accepted me. Then my dumbass parents were like, "Oh yeah Sam's a girl." This is the last school that accepted me, they offered a HUGE paycheck to let me in (the only somewhat nice thing they did for me for the first time.) They even bought out the name... Another HELL I was SO looking forward to. • • • | Mature Content : Foul Language | This is a Dark Romance, Viewer Discretion is Advised.

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.