"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

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Fangirl (noun). A female, usually between the ages of 12 and 19, that is obsessed with a particular group, person, or fictional character, and in turn the actor who portrays said character... Being a fanfiction writer is no easy feat, not to mention said writer is one of the biggest Potterheads in Wisconsin. Or so Victoria Roberts likes to think. But words on a page and fanfictions aren't the experiences of a lifetime. Going through senior year as a shut in isn't an option for Tori anymore and when an incident at lunch happens and her paths cross with two of the most talked about boys in school, her world is turned upside down. Before long Tori starts making new friends, her life is open to new possibilities. Possibilities that had seemed non-existent before to a simple fangirl like herself. Soon beautiful things are no longer just words on a page and life is no longer just about breathing. It's about truly living. This is a tale of fanfiction, fangirling and first love. The life of a fangirl. *Inspired by Rainbow Rowell's "Fangirl"* Highest rankings in Teen Fic: - #200 (15/5/2016) - #216 (12/6/2016) - #420 (8/5/2016) - #612 (9/5/2016) - #704 (5/5/2016) - #853 (12/7/2015)

"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