"I can't decide what's sweeter." He drawls, eyes twinkling and one side of his mouth slightly hitched up. "You or this sweet tea." Jackson has a thing for Jenson. Jenson could care less.

Dear diary, So I like him. I've always liked him and always will. What happens in the closet stays in the closet, right? I'm fine, I haven't done anything wrong. Ugh who am I kidding. My name is Eleanor Washington. I'm 16. And life just got a whole lot more complicated for me. I would like to give a huge thank you to @princessrosy for her amazing cover

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Cindy works part time at a hotline. Her front name being Cinderella. When Cindy gets involved with a guy through a hotline, he starts to call her all the time. When she finds out she used to know this guy in High school.... Who used to make out with her sister... This unique re-telling of Cinderella suddenly just gets crazier.

Tiana moves to a new town with her wicked step-mother and evil step-sister Harriet. Call it a modern Cinderella story if you please...but was Cinderella a player? Tiana can wrap boys around her finger within minutes. What happens when she meets Blaze ; the smooth-talker, the heart-breaker and the biggest player in Sandbay high. Tiana likes challenges...will she be able break the heart-breaker's heart? Or will it be Blaze playing with her? Watch Tianna work through her miserable life at home to a fabulous life in school. She tries her best to win in the game she is playing with Blaze steering clear of her sister Harriet. Also enters Chas, Tiana's badass godmother who loves to play pranks on teachers and students. With a fairy godmother like that what can possibly go wrong?

Arielle Tesfaye's senior year immediately turns upside down the second she finds out about her switch to another swim team. Although the problem with this one particular swim team was not what she was expecting. What if this team was home to the 10 most popular, sexiest, charismatic, most talked about boys of Amphitrite High School?

Am I dreaming? Or am I awake? I can't tell anymore. Reality? Or imaginary? How am I supposed to tell? I only know to stay awake. My eyes are drooping, and I can't keep them open much longer. If I fall asleep I may die. I can't fall asleep, not today, not ever. My name is Stella Demarko, I am seventeen years old, and this is my nightmare. Cover art by: @foreverawritingdork Written by: Rachel Epstein

Sometimes death is easier than staying alive... * * * Rye has been working to stay alive for the past year. Sometimes she used to start a thought to herself with "When it gets better..." But now Rye knows it might not get better. She saw her life flash before her eyes when she jumped. But the bridge was not tall enough. Shipped off to rehab, Rye must learn to cope with her depression. Between romance and death Rye's life could not be anymore confusing.

"I wish I could apologize for kissing you that night but God Rach I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry because that kiss was amazing and I can't stop thinking about it. About you." ☆ミ　☆彡 It was supposed to be the best day of her life, the day Rachel Evans married the man she loves. Instead she receives a phone call telling her that her fiance had been involved in a car crash on the way to the venue. With no way of knowing what his condition is like Rachel rushes off fearing the worst. Join her as she looks back on all her favourite memories of their relationship as she races to the hospital. THIS IS JUST A FIRST DRAFT IT WILL GET BETTER AND HAVE LOTS MORE DETAIL ETC WHEN I EDIT IT

"I love the sound of the rain. The feel. Even the taste. Most people find rain dreary, but when I hear the inviting pit pats on my roof, I know that happiness is right outside of my front door. Rain is my lullaby at night and my comfort in tough times. Rain is more than just weather, rain is my friend. Rain is the splish that lands on your forehead, that tells you "spring is here." Rain is the bouncing of water, but not just the bouncing. Rain is playing. Rain is jumping and leaping excitedly--and sometimes angrily. Rain is spilling onto my skylight right now, soothing me into a zen state of mind. Clearing my problems--diminishing them. Rain is the one that tells me "it's okay, I'm here." When rain is here, and it feels like lightning is striking me even though there is no lightning, rain makes the crack of thunder fade away. Rain makes me dance and sing and cry and every other possible thing I could do. Rain makes me contemplate, rain makes me romantic, rain makes me smile. Pit pat. The rain taps steadily on the skylight, slowly growing faster and faster. The sound evolving from a distant pitter patter to loud footsteps, now distinctly banging over and over, faster and faster, quicker and quicker. The rain is not just any of those things. The rain is me, and I am the rain."