WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.

The third book to the Family Comes First trilogy Time has passed, and now Hunter is seventeen and preparing to graduate from high school. Jimmy is being released from prison, and Julie is excited for them to be a family once again. Traditions start to arise when Hunter meets Ava. Julie believed that everything was going to be different once Jimmy got out of jail, but some traditions never die.

Highest Ranking--#178 in Fantasy When Kamoana the siren is transformed into human shape, she knows that her mother, the powerful sahira Queen Pukai, laid the spell on her, but she can't remember why. It has to be some kind of test, most likely related to romance and undoubtedly involving a three-day deadline, but Kamoana can't remember being in love with anyone, let alone a human. How dared her mother tamper with her memories! To make things worse, at Faraway Castle, the playground of royal, noble, and wealthy singles from around the world, the possibilities are almost limitless. How can Kamoana even figure out who the guy is, let alone make him fall in love with her, before her three days are up? Even more to the point, does she really want to marry anyone? Her goals involve education and a career, not marriage. But when Kamoana's memories begin to return and her love revives, the game becomes serious. Can she convince a man with no memory of her to fall in love again?

A sequel to Family Comes First by Mason FitzGibbon After Carrie telling the detectives about the abuse Tommy put her through, a search is out for Tommy and Jimmy. Julie is trying her best to keep the family's traditions secret, but the detectives have been in the basement. She gets caught up in a web of lies and has to clear her name so that she isn't charged for murder. Jimmy wants Julie and Hunter back. Julie moves in with Carrie and she tries her best to suppress her anger toward Carrie. The story is told as a mashup of Julie and Jimmy's POV *The photo used for the cover is not mine. If anyone knows the photographer please message me*

Sometimes things happen with your characters. And sometimes those things can transcend to the holy level of memehood. This is a compilation of memes about my countless OCs over time. They are styled in the format of individual Tumblr text posts, with a few reaction images here and there. ==+== **sequel to the once #660 ranked book!** A/N: Each "chapter" is a single meme, which is why there are so many of them. The title is simply commentary and none of these are in any particular order. If I ever create a new meme, I will update this compilation accordingly. This is rated for mild occasional language. If any of these are quotes or references from something, they will be cited at the bottom.

My thoughts when I was reading the infamous bad fanfic "My Immortal" by Tara Gilesbie.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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