If you're judging this book by its cover and title, you're already proving the point this story wants to make. Try to move past this satirical obstacle in front of you. This is a story about bullying, and like the hundreds of other books on the topic, it will show you the harsh reality of being discriminated, belittled, ridiculed for something you cannot control- how you look, who you love, or what you believe in. But unlike these books, this story's sole purpose is not to tear your heart out of your chest as you mourn over your loss of faith in humanity. Instead, this book will make you laugh and love alongside these characters. Just like in life, there will be moments of dread and surrender, but there will also be moments of happiness, laughter, and love. - Naomi Lorraine, better known as Nerdy Naomi with her thick-rimmed glasses and straight-A report card, is the most unpopular girl in her school. Even with the help of her sarcastic comebacks, that doesn't stop her from getting bullied by everyone in Dartwell High. Every day her childhood bully, Raymond Meyers, knocks her off her feet, literally. However, she can't do anything but survive the laughs, insults, and bruises high school gives her. There are three senior transfer students, dubbed the Three Musketeers: Bennett Frazier, Jordan Wallace, and Declan Lynch. All in one day, Naomi catches their attention one by one. With her snarky attitude, but innocent look, they can't help but want her. But not the way you're thinking. Oh no, not like that. Instead, it's probably the whole opposite. It's quite simple really. She'll be their good girl. And they'll be her bad boys. ~ [This story is a first draft written by a 13 to 15-year-old girl so it has its fair share of grammar mistakes and plot holes.] Wattys 2015 Talk of the Town Award Second Place Story of 2015 Best Humor and Overall Points of The Fiction Awards 2016 Third in the Writers Awards 2016 Highest Ranks: #1 Humor, #1 Teen Fiction

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Before my husband Ethan died, he wrote me a letter. For three years, it's sat unopened in my bedside table... waiting. As a widow and a single mother, I'd made peace with a quiet life. After all, I lost the love of my life. No one could ever replace him. But then, I met Dr. Logan Matthews and everything changed. He appeared like a white knight, caring for my injured daughter as he slowly mended the pieces of my broken heart. The letter Ethan left me has three words written on the envelope, When You're Ready. So, I guess the question is... Was I ready... to love again? Please Note: This is a sample and ends at chapter two. The full book can be purchased at all major online retailers.

Layla Hardgens was never average. From childhood to adulthood, her destiny was to follow her parents' steps to become a superhero in Willow Hills, keeping the city safe from the villains that ran rampant in the streets. Her identity as Fallon, a super with power over water and fire, was kept a secret from the moment she turned seventeen and took her parents' place. Nearly four years later, Layla has settled in well to her double life. By day, she is Layla Hardgens, an ordinary college girl with a love for running track; by night, she is Fallon, a hero who watches over her friends and tracks her enemies to keep them in order. It's a secretive and somewhat lonely life, but she's never minded. Until she meets Trace Valance, a man who has just as many secrets as she does. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. N.L.PETIT 2014.

YOU CAN'T STEAL MY LOVE FROM ME

"Every fairytale begins in the rain." When you run into an old bookshop in the middle of Paris to escape a storm, who knows who you might meet there. {Written 2014.}

"When life gives you lemons, throw them back and yell: 'I WANTED SUSHI DAMMIT!" ~~ Aria has hemophilia. That means if she loses blood that's... Not a really good thing, because she'll bleed more than a regular person does. Which isn't a really nice thought, but now that she has potential gunmen after her, she's really running out of nice thoughts. She's the sole survivor of an incident and with no other option (well, actually, there was an option of changing her name to Helga and living the rest of her life on a goat farm but that wasn't really appealing) she's left to live with her cranky grandparents and a bodyguard who's far too good looking to be real, like, seriously. How is this her life? © 2012- 2015 by luckistarz. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior permission from luckistarz.

If you're struggling with punctuation, dialogue, spelling or grammar, have a read of this simple guide to the components of writing, copyright, and publishing. [UNEDITED VERSION- Full, edited version to be released soon!]

YOU WANNA FIGHT? FIGHT ME! Or we could have a cup of tea and a biscuit if you prefer. Ever found it hard to get to grips with how to put together a fight scene, or a battle sequence? This guide runs you through the basics, talks about different styles of fighting and weaponry, how to put together fight scenes, plan out battles, and talks about how you include Fantasy or Magical elements as well as the various Dos and Don'ts of writing Action. Now with added flamingos... are we sure that it's spelled like that? There's an aardvark with an Uzi somewhere too.

"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