| Love Is Love | book one | Upon his return to school after summer vacation, Alex Mills notices something different. Not in the way his school is run (besides the prices of cafeteria food being raised), but in himself. His attention, which had before only ever been trained on the teacher because of his eagerness to learn, seems to have found a new home. It's found its way to a fellow classmate, Nick Burton; the quiet, gloomy goth kid that everyone - but now Alex - seems to ignore. All rights reserved © 2016 cough-maple-syrup Cover made by the lovely soundthealarm HIGHEST RANKED #782 in Humor 12/31/2016

[R E Q U E S T S N O W O P E N] ~His brown eyes met my gaze, pressuring me not to fall. His smile greeted my nervous one, making me feel like I'd just landed on the moon~ Credits to JaneConquestBackup for the cover

Nico hates the beach. He hates the sun. He hates the sand. He hates the waves. He hates the heat. He even manages to muster enough hate to hate on the ice-creams they sell at the beach. But after one fateful incident, he finds himself mysteriously compelled to the golden shore, waking at ungodly hours to 'coincidently' bump into a certain somebody in that borderline-stalkerish/obsessive way that only Nico can pull off...but of course it's all done in the name of friendship...right?

'I like my coffee at night.' I played this tape over and over, Katrina Williams' trusting brown eyes and curled, fluffy white hair with a hint of brown resembling an old woman, who was sitting in front of me on the VCR. I like my coffee at night, sipping it at Elliot's Diner. Sitting on the same, worn out chair, tables stained from coffee and year old tomato sauce. But I liked it. The coffee hit my lips, and the warm substance entered my mouth, making me feel like I was sent to heaven. For some peculiar reason, I preferred my coffee to have day old coffee beans. It tasted 'just right', even when dust had fallen onto them, and wind with unknown substances continued to flow through the them, but hey, was I a germaphobe? Why is this case so damn peculiar? Sure, my dear old Katrina didn't go into town much, only to catch the bingo slots, but she didn't have any friends, or have a car. She isn't missing. She is put murdered. So why the hell have they put me on the case? Credit to JaneConquestBackup for the awesome cover!

'Newt where are we?' The beginning of a dangerous journey. You find yourself, and your best friend, Newt, stuck in a dirty, broken, spacious town full of infected people. Cranks. The biggest scare? You are a crank. How do you get out?

When Lia, an ordinary concentrated 17 year old finds herself in a complicated situation, she steps up. What is the situation? Every living thing, frozen, not moving. Not dead, but in a frozen state. Lia goes hysterical and is bewildered by what she finds, but she only gets more confused when she finds a person running past her on the street. She meets two more people, and is ready to step up. But how did it all start? The Queen's broadcast.

in which i state a number of reasons to love a particularly wonderful boy, troye sivan. [tbh only like the first five or six reasons are good then it just kinda turns into an ugly cringe-filled update book. also, when i wrote this i was a raging tronnie so have fun...]

Meet Emily, a beautiful 17 year old girl, diagnosed with cancer, and finding out the horrible truth that she has just 30 hours to live. Meet Emily's best friends, who actually care about her and who sneak her out to fulfil all she's ever wanted to do in just 30 hours. Every chapter is an hour, read this thrilling story full of heartbreak, happiness, friendship and love. But what twist occurs at the end?

She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.