"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

They say i'm the Beauty and he's the Beast, but my life is far from a fairy tale. I thought I had everything figured out, I thought I knew what was real and what was fantasy but this trip has been anything but normal. ------- "You've dragged me to hell and back but I would do it again if I get to call you mine. We're anything but normal. A marine and a werewolf, not exactly a match made in heaven........or was it?" ~~~~~~ Completed

"Hide me!" The stranger suddenly whisper-yelled, still frantically searching around my room. His voice sounded young, but deep all the same. "No freakin' way! Get the hell out of my house!" I grabbed a pillow from beside me and chucked it at him, missing by metres. He looked up at me and in the dark I could just make out an unamused facial expression. • • • When Sage Wilson thought her holidays would be spent cooped up in bed recovering from the flu, she never could have dreamed it would involve rehabilitating Will Boyd from his bad ways by involving him in everything gang-less as possible. And Sage ended up having the most exciting holiday she could have imagined. •A story about love, adventure and finding yourself.• Novel began: 12/01/16 Novel complete: Poppy x

The statement tends to go “Three Strikes and You’re Out.” Little did I know that for me, it was three strikes and I was just getting started… I didn’t know when I agreed to a somewhat silly game with my band mates, in an effort to find a date for a charity dinner, that I was actually getting myself in way over my head. WAY over my head… But I guess that’s how things go when you start to play games and pretend to be something you're not...

Arthur and Arabella really ought to stop meeting like this. [#8 short story / #80 teen fiction]

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Humor || Aria Daniels has one of the most vivacious personalities ever. She is a crazy teenage girl that is impossibly hard to drag down. So what happens when she finds a letter telling her that her brother has been kidnapped and won't be returned unless she pays sixty thousand dollars? She doesn't follow the rules of the letter and get the money. Oh no, in fact, she breaks into the kidnappers base with a bobby pin, steals their cupcakes, paints their abs with white paint and somehow ends up in London with a room full of gang members and a bright pink gun. This is one hell of a crazy story. ~~~~~ WARNING: This book is weird as fuck. It's no joke, I am telling you now that all the characters might as well be high on drugs the whole time because some of the shit they do makes no sense but I promise it will make you laugh (if not I'll give you a cookie). [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

Most bad boys don't hang out with the normal kids. Nolen does. Most bad boys don't have bucket lists. Nolen has one of those too. When Nolen Avery, notorious bad boy and player, agrees to let California help him complete his bucket list, her boring summer goes from drool to cool. Suddenly California is mixed up in a world of adventure. Her neglectful yet rich parents and phycotic younger sister are no longer on her mind. Her best friend is growing out of that weird boy crazy stage. Nolen might not even be that bad, California discovers, as long as she ignores his constant flirting. But as summer days pass by, time to complete the bucket list begins to run out. And when feelings for Nolen emerge, California finds herself learning a whole new definition of trouble. ~~~~~~~~~~ Cover made by crazylazysubu

"What is beautiful anyways? Is it the color of someone's skin or eyes? Their height? The way they dress? What is it?" I asked, not really expecting an answer. "I think beautiful is someone who looks past the exterior and gives people a chance. Someone who tries to understand another. An unselfish being. Someone who doesn't see with their eyes but their heart," he replied playing with the bracelet around his wrist, "That truly is a beautiful thing." Celeste has been called beautiful all of her life. She is convinced that guys only want to go out with her because that's all they say they like about her. She's beautiful. To graduate Celeste needs thirty-five hours of community service. She decides to answer an ad in the paper for a temporary aide for a blind teenager, Seamoore. With their new found accidental friendship, Seamoore opens Celeste's eyes that seeing isn't just with your eyes. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.