"Hey Elle," Gavin said in a low tone, wiping the counter clean. "I bet a month's worth of dirty dish duty that you can't turn Scrooge into Santa's head elf in three weeks." Noelle Winters loves Christmas. She loves catching snowflakes on her tongue on snow days, reading by the fireplace with a big cup of hot cocoa. Christmas displays in toy shops and department stores make her happy. She loves how families get together and celebrate during the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas has this jolly, comfortable, warm, cozy, feel to it that makes her want to bury herself in knitted sweaters, light Christmas scented candles and sing Christmas carols in the middle of town square. With the cheery atmosphere in Fairview, who wouldn't join in on the holiday festivities? Oliver Hastings. He hates Christmas. Loathes it. He hates how bright the lights are and how everything in town seems so whimsical and enchanted. It all makes him want to puke. He claims that celebrating the holidays are useless and a waste of his time. So what happens when Elle's boss hires Oliver to work at Gingersnaps? A nuclear explosion of candy canes and sugar plums, that's what. She knows that no one's supposed to be unhappy on Christmas. Not even the grumpy Christmas hater named Oliver. With the help of her best friend Carol, she writes a list of things to try and get Oliver in the spirit. She's determined to show him what he's missed out on so far like; "Go ice skating", "Have a snowball fight", and "Sing Christmas Carols". She has 22 days and she's up for the challenge. last tracked achievements: humor #18 [28/12/14] teen fic #69 [15/12/14]

I was never appreciated for who I was. I was tossed aside and left to rot for a mistake I made many years ago, a mistake that haunted me my entire life. I thought he would be the one to save me, how wrong I was. My story is not an easy one but it is one that shaped me to be the person who I am today. *Extended summary inside* ******** DISCLAIMER... This book was written a while back ago when I was younger and did not understand proper English grammar. It is not the best written book out there but I hope that does not discourage you from reading the book. Although it is not the best, it does have a somewhat decent, yet a little cliche, storyline.

They said the house at the end of the dirt road was haunted. They were right. But Kenzie Ryan and her friends are about to find out the hard way and it could cost them their lives. Kady Cross, author of SISTERS OF BLOOD AND SPIRIT, puts a new spin on the classic story of teens staying overnight in a haunted house, and reminds us that evil spirits don’t appreciate UNINVITED guests.

[COMPLETE ✓] Rumour has it that a new guy is joining our class this year. All the girls are going crazy, imagining all the case scenarios from cliché YA books: mysterious, rebel, bad boy, werewolf, fallen angel, even vampire! The worst part, I don't even think they have read the books; they only watched the films. However, it doesn't make much difference to me, it's not like he is going to see me. No one sees me. Oh but don't worry, I got used to this and I learnt to enjoy it. Believe me, being unseen has its perks. I'll show you. ⋙⋘ Illustrator: Sarah Bochaton

Me encantaría decir que mi vida es perfecta, pero si creen que tener un cambio de escuela y conocer a los chicos más locos y que ademas les falta más de un tornillo, es perfecto... tal vez para ustedes sea genial, pero para mi, estar con ellos no es un sueño. Mi primer Portada fue hecha por: @xauthorgirlx Se lo agradezco. LA HISTORIA ESTA SIENDO MODIFICADA. ASÍ QUE NADA TIENE COHERENCIA AHORA. Portada creados por @FlowerOnTheIsland me encanto y espero a ustedes también. Gracias por su apoyo, los amo. Hasta ahora el mejor puesto ha sido 23 ❤ pueden creerlo, se los agradezco. Escribiendo esto llorando y gritando de felicidad. Historia creada por mi, prohibida su adaptación.

Mi nombre es Amanda Lowell, vivoen Miami Florida, con mi hermano mayor Matt Lowell y con mis padres, voy en penultimo año junto con mis dos mejores amigas, Paige Abner y Caitlin Oconnel. Somos muy unidas, pero al mismo tiempo siento que algo me aparta cada ves mas de todos a quienes conozco, menos a ellas, son diferentes, desde que las conoci, van conmigo a todas partes. Todos los días me despierto alarmada y con el pulso acelerado, y conforme camino hacia la escuela, me siento observada, mis amigas han dicho lo mismo. pero lo que mas nos altera es que muchas veces hemos tenido el mismo sueño, y siempre nos pasa a las tres el mismo día. Nuestro sueño es algo extraño, nos pasa lo mismo a todas pero con nosotras mismas. estamos en un bosque, completamente solas, pero alguien nos observa. Se escucha alguien pisando ramas al acercarse, pero antes de verlo bien, nos despertamos. No pertenezco aqui y tampoco ellas...