When Rory Edwards wakes up in a strange room in a strange town just a week before Christmas, the only thing she's sure of is... Well, nothing. And Drew, the man just as lost as her, is no help; a self-proclaimed champion of everything Christmas, Drew's Santa-hat-over-heels in love with the very holiday Rory has hated all her life. That's about as bad as you can get in her books. Then something happens that nobody had expected. Before she knows it, Rory finds herself face-to-face with her greatest fear, and ironically enough it is Drew who must bring her out of the darkness. This is the story of Rory's Christmas, of how a pessimist met an optimist and decided that maybe the world isn't so bad after all.

Olivia's best friend is not imaginary. He’s not a ghost, either. And she's pretty sure he's not a hallucination. He’s just Mason. He is, however, invisible. When Olivia spotted the crying little boy on her front porch at five years old, she had no idea she was the only one who could see him. Twelve years later when new-girl Robin bumps into the both of them and introduces herself to Mason, they are both stunned. Mason couldn't be more pleased that someone else can see him. Olivia, on the other hand, isn't jumping at the chance to welcome Robin into their circle. Jealousy may have something to do with that, but honest fear that Robin's presence will put Mason in danger is soon validated when a strange black car begins showing up everywhere. The race to find out what Robin knows in time to protect Mason from whatever threats are coming becomes Olivia's only focus.

Three things you need to know about Theo Dawson: 1. Theo is a GIRL. 2. Theo has blue hair. 3. Theo is a babysitting goddess. Three things you need to know about Oliver Wood: 1. He's not a Harry Potter character (and therefore doesn't play Quidditch). 2. He’s on the swim team - and he likes to show off his rocking body. 3. He gets action - a lot of it. When Mr. and Mrs. Wood leave for their second honeymoon, they hire Theo to watch over seven-year-old Luna, eight-year-old Fred … and seventeen-year-old Oliver? Mr. Popular won’t like being bossed around by a blue-haired fairy-hulk, that’s for sure.

Reid has been homeless on the streets of New York for years now, fighting for cash in clubs and sleeping in empty buildings. With his special ability, Reid could have whatever life he wanted, but chooses not to. When Sam meets Reid on the subway, she has a hard time forgetting about him, and not only because he keeps showing up in the least likely of places. Sam doesn't know it at first, but the boy she just met is about to show her a whole other world.

*In major construction. Do not read unless you do not want to read the ending for a very long time until I get things figured out. Thanks!* I was just a hacker. Your average, seventeen-year-old, very sarcastic hacker. Well, average if you thought average meant living with your fried chicken obsessed uncle after your ex-secret agent parents mysteriously disappeared off the face of the Earth. Until that day. A simple business card from an odd boy claiming he needed a hacker for something of the utmost importance. Now? I’m working with the son of the director of the FBI to figure out who wants his father—and possibly us—dead. Not to mention not getting caught and totally not falling for him all while still trying to figure out where my parents are. As I said, nothing good could come of this.

He's Undercover He's Deadly. And he wants nothing more than your soul. Nathaniel Dias has escaped a prison for the supernatural. He's a soul-eater. No, they're not ugly looking monsters that hide in alleys and pounce when you're not looking. They're men or teenage boys, when you've fallen in love with one. They'll kiss you and devour your soul, they're predators that look like angels. So what happens when the hunter falls for one?

"That's exactly how I told you not to do it," Asher groaned from his seat beside me. "You're never going to win her over that way." I rolled my eyes, ground the rose petals between my fingers and kept my eyes on the chandelier so I wasn't glaring at the dance floor. "Who say's I'm trying to win her over?" "Well you obviously wouldn't have fucked up so much if you weren't trying." --- Evan Reed was a force to be reckoned with. A jerk with a smile that could leave you breathless, a gaze that could send your heart racing with equal parts fear and equal parts thrill, and a record sheet that could send your mother crying--the last thing Vegas wanted was to get involved with him. But when she's suddenly thrust into a whole new situation she wasn't ready for, she didn't have a choice but to depend on the one guy who could get her out of it. And that of course was the badass she never, ever wanted to fall for.

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

"Together?" He asked. "Together," I nodded, and he took my hand in his. Faith knows about werewolves. After all, she is one. And of course; she has a mate, someone she's destined to love for all of her life. Though, she doesn't know who he is, she knows that he is out there somewhere. Liam Cooper is a werewolf. Not only is he a werewolf, he is next in line to become Alpha in a strong and wealthy pack. The only thing he's missing, is a mate. When Faith and her family move into a new town and a new pack, she and Liam cross paths. Soon they're both thrown into a world of love, hate, chaos and despair. Will their undeniable feelings for each other prevail, or will everything fall apart? And through this, the two end up giving each other Lessons in Love.

I had barely made it a step when I say a man walking towards me. He too had a digital clock thing on top of his head too, except his had todays date, September 10th, and his timer read, 00:00:12. I didn’t know what to expect, but I wanted to see what happened when the clock clicked down, so I stood and watched him. 00:00:09, 00:00:08, 00:00:07, 00:00:06, 00:00:05, 00:00:04, 00:00:03, :00,00:02. I didn’t know what to assume for 00, but I watched patiently as he looked both ways and crossed the road, and then, just like clockwork, 00:00:00, and a car came speeding out of nowhere, and knocked the man down. He was dead. Somehow, between him dying and me freaking out, I had an epiphany; I saw when people were going to die. And then I officially had my first panic attack since my mom died.   Boysenberry Moonchild Roxburgh is your average girl who happened to get hit by lightening, starts seeing when people are going to die, meets a soul reaper and his pissed off half brother, gets hired by death and is being constantly annoyed by a stalker black cat and her dead mother who she can now see. All while trying to finish high school and save her twin brother Liam who is going to die on their birthday. Yeah, Normal high school girl.