*WARNING: This was my first story, enough cheesiness to give you a heart attack, and so many grammar and spelling errors to make Hitler keel over and die (get it? Cause, Hitler, grammar Nazi?... okay never mind, even I have to admit that was lame.)WARNING* Fayelynn Collins The invisible girl Synonyms: Loser, social pariah, outcast Daniel Mason The gorgeous golden boy Synonyms: Popular, beloved, likable But one day,this loser catches the eye of the golden boy and everything in her world swirls upside down and inside out Can she truly be The Golden Boy’s Girl? …Or are  their worlds just too different? ~_~ "There has to be more to life than high school and it's stupid drama right?" I say, swinging back and forth on the hammock "I think that life just becomes versions of high school, where ever you go. There's is always a queen bee, always some nerd, always a loser and always a couple of jocks even if they wear a suit instead of a football jersey," He answers thoughtfully and I sigh "I hope not, I want to be different from that, not just a regular face in the yearbook and not somebody who cheats their way to the top."

She doesn't really fit in with the Nerds, or the Drama kids, or the Artists, or the Sporty crowd either. Is she a Popular kid? Nah, she'd rather barf. Come to think of it, she doesn't fit in anywhere, except right in the middle of the proverbial Food Chain of High School. That's where she fits in. She's a Middle. At a typical american High School, they're rare to come across. So how blessed she thinks she might be when she meets one of her own kind. When Aubrey Jensen's green eyes meet a boy's charming hazel ones, her life takes a (mostly) pleasant turn. A stare down, a friend request, a chat and a stroll down the lane of emotions is all it takes, and BAM! they're best friends. Question is, how long before they drop the act?

I tugged the sleeves of my sweater to cover both of my hands, subconsciously as I walked into my dorm room. There was a boy, he looked a little older than me, sitting on the ledge, the same boy I saw earlier, reading his book. One of the windows at the back of the room was opened, letting the air in. It must be his girlfriend's room then. He saw me and walked back up the roof and climbed into the room. He held out his hand, "Hello, I'm Max." * * * * * This story goes over the first year of Logan and Max knowing each other. With some extra stuff at the end. Highest Ranking: General Fiction #88 Teen Fiction #704 Cover done by FutureAuthor98 Copy Right 2014

Jordan Bradley was the head cheerleader at South Pacific High School. She was perfectly happy to wear a cheer uniform and watch the football game from the sidelines, until she kicked a football.

Evans. In the Werewolf community, Evans is a well-known name. If you knew someone with the last name of Evans, you knew that you know someone that had power, and was respected but at the same time was caring, honest, and humble. The Evans' had the perfect family. Everyone knows it. Or at least did. The attacks came in rounds, the familys perfect aura slowly came crumbling down, along with their pack. The eldest child, Blake, died at the hands of rouges with silver tipped claws. Hung up with grief, the pack was in a state of vulnerability and was attacked over and over again. The Alpha's family and a few other stray pack member were the only ones that made it out from the constant attacks alive. But the pack itself, it was gone. Having to relocate to a new pack was going to be hard, especially because the family had Alpha blood and did not take kindly to being told what to do. Brianna Evans is sarcastic, a bit anti-social, and has natural blue highlights in her hair. She doesn't like standing out and would much rather blend in with the crowd. She will have to get over that though, when she finds out that she is mated to her new Alpha's son.

Zoey Martinez is your average teenager. Blonde hair, motorcycle, completely rude and snarky. * But this isn't your average story. What happens when Zoey has to move miles away from her hometown to live with her mother who abandoned her, and what happens when she runs into Vincent, an attractive guy she meets at a mall? * With ups and downs, heartaches and tough breaks this story certainly won't be rainbows and unicorns with chocolate muffins on the side. * The title says Unwanted 1 & 2 because it has two parts, part two will NOT be written or published until Shae and I (Grace) have thoroughly edited every chapter of part one. Please be patient with our book and please contact us if you have any questions. * Read at your own risk! AllRightsReserved@Unwanted

Chloe and Evan were childhood best friends. They always played together, until one day, it wasn't a game. What happened to playing pretend?

"Elliot Cartwright, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked me, down on one knee. He held a dozen white roses and had hope plastered on his face. His smile was dazzling and he looked like a frickin' Hollister model in this moment. But then, everything came rushing back to me. My vow against love and how I wouldn't let myself get hurt again. Reality slapped me in the face. "No." I told him and walked away. I didn't have to turn around to know he was heart broken. I'm such a bitch. Ellie Cartwright knows that there is no mercy in the world of love. Her past is always with her, upholding her pact to never fall in love. Her walls start to crumble when Keaton Masterson moves to town, changing every plan she has ever made. And she learns; a lot can change in a year.

My name is Gabriella Castello, I am seventeen years old. Don't draw attention to yourself. No one needs to know you. Lower your gaze. Stay quiet. Don't make friends. You aren't worthy. You don't deserve to have friends. Who would want to know someone like you? Your own father didn't want you. Your mom died because of you. Murderer. You killed her. She died trying to escape you. Who would want someone like you? Ugly. Fat. No one will ever love you. No one cares for you. He said. And I believed him. No one will love me. I'm tainted. A murderer. I'm broken. I don't deserve love, I don't deserve to have friends. I'm better off dead. No one would even notice. He said to me. I believed him. I'm lucky to have him. He looks after me. He said. I believed him. I didn't deserve happiness. He said. I believed him. Why? Because. I'm broken,