|| Available in book stores!! || watty award 2017 winner! || Becca's life takes a thrilling turn when she pretends to date Brett Wells, the most popular boy in school. Becca Hart is determined to coast her way through her senior year at Eastwood High School. Counting down the days until graduation had become her crutch. Her plans come to a screeching halt one afternoon when she ends up sharing a spontaneous kiss with Brett Wells, who's known for being captain of the football team and an all-around good guy. Their "love" spreads like fire and their fake relationship begins. But the two quickly learn that just because it started off fake, doesn't mean it won't become very real. ___________________________________________ Highest Rank in Teen Fiction: #1 - June 24, 2017. Featured in Teen Fiction: August 1, 2017. Watty Award 2017 Winner for Riveting Reads: September 29, 2017 Completed on: September 18, 2017. ___________________________________________ This story was originally published by myself on the Episode Interactive App as RIVALS. However, the story and the sequel have now been taken down. Alex Light © All Rights Reserved 2017 Cover: Designed by Corina Lupp and drawn by Jordi Labanda.

Percy Jackson. We all know him, the half blood who helped to destroy the Titan lord and Gaea. He's Annabeth Chase's boyfriend and the best sword fighter in 300 years. You would think nobody can touch this lovable doofus right? Wrong. Chiron forced Percy to back to high school and try and recruit new demigods without using his powers. What will happen when his three least favorite people in the world are demigod's? Highest #7 in PJO fanfic (dec 2016) Cover by @ClaruPolo01

Percy Jackson Fan-fiction Isabelle Olympus thinks she is an ordinary girl until one day she takes a bus ride that throws her into a world of Greek gods and monsters. She finds out about herself and learns to live with it. (this story is set before Percy arrives at camp, but he does appear in the story)

"You're a demigod. What's your name?" "Mackenzie." The boy in front of me narrows his eyes as if he is debating on a decision. Black hair falls into his face but he doesn't move it. He is twisting his skull ring around and around on his finger. Finally, he holds out his hand, gesturing for me to take it. "Come with me."

My name is Alex Jackson. Yes. I am a Jackson. Yet I don't find that fact important. This is important: Only the Olympian know of my existence, and a few living demigods, who let's just say the gods prefer dead. One other person knows: Nico di Angelo. The Son of Hades The one I never thought I would fall for.