Highest Rank: #1 in Teen Fiction!! VERY CLICHÉ! And written by a fucking 16 year old then who did not know better. *** "He is well known." "He is bad news." "He is dangerous." "He is a criminal." "Stay away from him!" These were all the things Zoe heard about Hunter. Hunter Adams, the school's well known bad boy. Zoe had only heard about him. She also saw him a few times smoking a cigarette and she would get disgusted and just walk past him. She never knew if he noticed her though -not that she cared either. Her purpose was to finish school and get a good job so she doesn't get homeless. Zoe seems average, but she is not. She has so much going on at home. All she secretly wishes, is that someone would save her. But she keeps on hiding all the pain behind her cute smile. Zoe is attractive; there was no doubt in that, but who knows what her clothes are hiding? Her bare body, or her bare body with scars? Zoe's life completely changes when one day the well known bad boy claims her as his. Unexpected turns, unwanted feelings, and a road of disappointments are waiting for Zoe. Her whole world is about to change.

"A rose for the lady," a voice said. I looked up to see hazel eyes looking down at me. A smirk plastered on that very familiar face. Callum Ross. My jaw dropped and every person in this room gasped. I composed myself and looked back down to his hand. He was holding a single rose. "Alright," I said, "who paid you?" ------------ The File is something Callum Ross takes up as a game. The File has the names of the girls he has already slept with and how long Callum has took to make them fall in love with him. It was all just a game to him. Well, he is known as the playboy and heartthrob of their school. What if his best friend challenges him to target Felicity Lane? And who is Callum to decline this very "challenging" challenge? Felicity Lane. She is the typical nerd of the school. Also known and bullied for her baggy clothes, thick glasses and best of all, her clumsiness. With Valentine's Day coming up, she watches her best friend, Quinn, get bouquets of flowers and tons of gifts. Of course, along with that she also hears all the profanities screamed at her for being "too ugly for valentine's". Felicity didn't care. She hated Valentine's Day. But what happens if the hottest boy is school, Callum Ross, gives her a single rose? *as cliché and predictable as it can get* © All Rights Reserved 2014. ~~Fabulous cover made by @foreveryoung_09~~ Started: February 15, 2014 End: March 5, 2015

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

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A painful breakup pushes Kyla Evans to get into a fake relationship with the person her ex-boyfriend hates the most: Seth Everett. But what will she do when the game starts to feel too real? ***** Seventeen-year-old Kyla has sworn off love. After getting dumped all too suddenly by her longtime boyfriend Cedric, she becomes convinced that people are never really who you think they are. So when notorious playboy Seth Everett suggests that Kyla fake date him to get back at Cedric, it seems like the perfect plan... as long as she doesn't end up falling for him. Content and/or trigger warning: This story mentions cancer, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

A collection of short stories, poems and bits and scraps of stories long forgotten, or stories yet to be told.