For all of her life, Lilith has been running. She ran from her imperfect home. She ran from her unloving father. She ran from the feeling that she harbored that begged for comfort. The only problem is that all of this running made her run towards the wrong arms. It caused her to do something that she will forever regret. Shame drawn out by confusion. An innocent mind looking for something to fill that hollow hole she has. Lilith thought that she had gotten away from everything that had happened to her in Tuscan, Arizona; but apparently not. Her father has moved back to his old house their and is getting re-married. Lilith, the unlucky Lilith, has to attend this wedding from Hell. It's just a week. Anyone can deal with anything for just a week. It's finally time for her to confront her mistake, to confront her feeling and to understand why. With a road trip, a crap wedding and a step mother with horns; Lilith learns that sometimes you can start over. You just need help sometimes-- say, from an unlikely guy like your best friends big brother. The extremely hot big brother.

‘He went out of the room. In his boxers. Again. Like the laws and principles of the universe, which were scientifically proven, I couldn’t help but scowl. He smirked. “Well, stop drooling all over me.” I wrinkled my nose. “Right. Good luck with your delusions.” With that, I prepared to leave. Cam’s jaw twitched. He walked closer to me. Closer still. His green eyes held me in place. Before I knew it, he was standing inches from me. I was holding my breath. He smiled confidently. “Falling in love with me?” I didn’t know why... but I was speechless.’ Seventeen year-old Shea Collins’s life was pretty much falling apart. She was flunking her Physics class, she has a hundred bucks to pay to a long-lost childhood friend she could barely remember, she was receiving anonymous declarations of love from a secret admirer (which were completely embarrassing), and now her spot on the school paper is in jeopardy. What she wants: To keep her spot as the feature editor of the school paper. How she plans to do it: To survive being a phantom writer. A writer no one would know of. A mystery. Someone who would write gossips and rumors about students. Who she’s planning to target: Oh, just the biggest jerk of the century—Camden Sun. What she’s going to get: Trouble. Lots of it. What she didn’t expect: The unexpected (duh). Love.

Jonathan Hill is home alone on a stormy night, babysitting his baby sister who won't stop crying. When he finds her room door oddly locked, it's only the beginning to a horror filled night.

It's the 22nd century and the scientists of the New Life Investigation Laboratories have achieved the modification of Human DNA to create supposed super humans. When they are 16, they will be sold to the highest bidder for use as soldiers, spies or slaves, depending on the Buyer. The BOIs (Biologically original investigations) are worth millions, and are kept under the highest of security. Storm has just turned 14 and craves freedom from the laboratory. She hates the way she is regarded as non-human and called 'it' or 'the specimen'. Storm's abilities surpass what her creators think, and she is worth Billions. Little does she know that there are people out there that would do anything for that kind of money. It is for this reason she is under level 5 security. Swept away to Australia after a botched escape attempt, she and her fellow bois find their purpose in life. Perhaps, something more.

[This story will become free on June 4, 2025] Jace Hamilton is Reese Burnett's sworn enemy, the culprit who made her high school life hell. But what if this taboo existence returns for the summer and brings back more than just painful memories of yesterday? Suddenly, Reese isn't too sure who or what to trust--or if she can even trust herself. *** For Reese, the day Jace Hamilton--the guy who ruined her entire high school experience--left was the happiest day of her life. No more humiliation and embarrassing moments. But what if she finds out that he's coming back? And what if it's not just the moments that are catching up with her? What if yesterday is also making its comeback? And what if... there's more to the story than what she knew? Can yesterday be rewritten--from love to hate and hate to love, making memories like those of yesterday's?

The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.

Annabelle Dickson is the most popular girl at Hillton high school. Annabelle Dickson is the nicest girl you'll ever meet. Annabelle Dickson is dead. And Adrian Humphrey is the main suspect. A war errupts at Hillton High School, a rift between the people who believe Adrian's innocence and Adrian's guilt. Adrian must rely on the help of Cathie Lenora, whom he can't stand, to help prove his innocence. Cathie refuses to let Annabelle's murderer escape her grasp, however as the mystery begins to unfold, Cathie begins to wish she had left it all alone.

Eva Lynn Barakat is Jack Barakat of All Time Lows little sister. She's the mother of a six year old little boy. She is a single mother but she wouldn't be if it wasn't for the "man-whore" of an ex boyfriend she dumped five months into her pregnancy. Can you guess who the daddy is? I'll give you a hit. His initials are A.W.G.

It was hard for Charlotte to let go of her best friend, Dalton, the boy she fell in love since she was nine years old, to make way for her sister, Caroline, who happens to be in love with him too. It was hard for her but in order to make someone happy, even if it meant sacrificing her own, she was willing to let go. It all happened around her senior year, where she let go the only thing that mattered to her and after graduation, she moved away with no intention of going back. Four years later, on her college graduation day, her parents asked rather demanded her to come home with a reason that shocked her senseless.

About 16 years ago, a fantastic gift was bestowed upon my parents, and they named it Hartley. Yeah, rhymes with Fartley. Thanks mom and dad. Regardless of the unfortunate things my name rhymed with, I had a blissfully drama free childhood, until highschool rolled around. From my first lungful of the heavy, nacho and Axe scented air back in 8th grade, I new things were going to change. And they did. Friends came, friends left, but years later in Grade 11, I finally had my solid group of people, who could also be mistaken for insane asylum escapees.It was also the year I noticed Halden. From his perfectly messy brown hair, all the way down to his beat up Converse, I knew he was the perfect one for me, and dove in head first. The only downfall was that it'd hard to see the right guys when you're already drowning in the wrong ones. Afterall, you cant have a happily ever after with out breaking some hearts and having yours broken a few times in return.