Meet Park Sparrow, a feisty and reckless outcast who's just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world. Except Park is the Princess of Cimeria, a potential heir to one of the last monarchies in the world. All her life, Park has known nothing but politics and danger. In a desperate attempt to protect her, the royal family sent Park to study in the states, keeping her identity and whereabouts a complete secret. But when time comes for Park to re-enter the political scene, the target returns to her back. Her death could signal the end of her family's time on the throne. Determined to find out who's behind the attempts on her life, Park teams up with Logan Cross, a boy she's hated since the dawn of time. The two must learn how to put aside their differences and get along because Park is in grave danger. As they work together to put together the mystery of who wants Park's throne, they must face new complications and obstacles that will be much more difficult than just a school yard grudge. (Book One of The Royalty Series)

"Ignore their stares, they do nothing but remind you that you are alive." When Alexandra Knight was offered a rare scholarship to attend the most prestigious boarding school in Europe, she didn't have to think twice before accepting it. It doesn't take long for her schoolmates to notice that she is different from them, and Alexandra quickly becomes the centre of attention when she runs, quite literally, into the most popular boy in school- just not in a good way. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • THE ROYALS SERIES, pt.1 Copyrighted.

• in which jemma calburn is married, but harry walloby is still waiting...

They hadn't been doing anything important or special or spectacular or out of the ordinary. It was when he looked over and saw her silhouette across from him, was when he realized he could love her. #977 in Romance 2/1/17

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

After a devastating accident, Dean Adams finds himself drawn to his classmate, and nurse-in-training, Katie Reynolds. What he doesn't expect to discover is that, as much as he needs her, she needs him even more.

"And when I put on your letterman jacket, I still think about you." When Thea Simmons is tasked with writing an article about basketball hero Faust Carter, the story long buried in rivalry unravels, secrets that should've been hidden are revealed, and a simple letterman jacket turns to be a painful memory. And eighty days is all the time it takes. [cover by @cadetcarswell]

❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]

[ This story was written in less than 30 Days - Winner of November NaNoWriMo project ] Delilah Rose (the actual Devil from actual Hell) sucks at keeping relationships afloat. In desperate attempt to win the heart back of Ryland Woods, a moody, teenage boy from Earth who dumped her ugly persona in the first place, the Devil forms into a seventeen-year-old girl and crashes back to his planet in hope to make him fall in love with her one more time--but for a greater reason than lust. Try measuring the stakes on a universe-saving scale. A comedy where a spirit, hell-ish world meets teenage angst and first world problems. cover by @naramatilda +++ Don't be afraid of us: the Boys of the Dark. We own hearts that starve in the shadows, and soak in the filth of our past. We wear hollowed boned smiles and burn everything to make the warmth last. Ever since you left, its always cold in the dark.

❝“Is this a dream?” I whispered. The boy in front of me shrugged. “Somethin’ like that,” he said. “You’re asleep. That’s for sure.” “And what about you?” I asked. “Are you asleep too?” “Me? Nah.” He shook his head, smirking a little as he added, “I’m dead.”❞