(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

"Bad girls have more fun." At least, that's what Amanda thought. Being the most feared and hated student in Belfast High, definitely had its perks and invincibility was one of them. However, when paired with the not-so-charming David Walker, the keeper and broadcaster of everyone's dirty laundry for a media project, Amanda's invincibility is shattered. Karma is an even bigger bitch and is hell bent on making her pay. As the people around her begin disappearing and dropping dead like flies (not to mention her crazy ass black friend who is intent on joining the nunnery, dropping off the face of the earth), evidence linking her to the murder of several residents in Geraldton increases, and a stalker who would stop at nothing to see her pay for her past crimes becomes even more vicious. Amanda realizes one thing: She is a walking target and someone wants her gone forever. "It's time to kiss the bitch and make her die." Mixtape: http://8tracks.com/digital-suicide/bad-girls-do-it-well [First Draft]

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A man named Merrick Stern who severally hates vampires, and has sworn to find his mother's killer, Baron Shriek. He soon becomes a vampire hunter being trained by the infamous Van Helsing. As the years go by of him going under harsh training he soon falls for a woman that captures his heart, yet he has no idea of her dark secret.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14