Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

If you've read The Mischievous Mrs. Maxfield, you know who Brandon Maxfield is. He's only my readers' favorite book-husband ever. *wink* If you've read his little journal note about the honeymoon and swooned, then you might like this. We've been in Charlotte's head throughout the whole epic ride of her life, glimpsing the mind and heart of the prince who swept this not-so-proper princess off her feet. If you want to see more of what went through Brandon's mind, read on. See what it's like from this side of the fairy tale... ***PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED The Mischievous Mrs. Maxfield.*** Author's Note: These are not duplicates of scenes that have been depicted in The Mischievous Mrs. Maxfield told from Brandon's POV. This book is going to consist of Brandon's journal entries as he goes through the similar experiences as Charlotte so it's not going to read like actual scenes in a book. Fan it at: https://www.facebook.com/TheMischievousMrsMaxfield *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

[HIATUS] ❝Despite being a total Jerk, he made her laugh─laughter is music of the heart.❞ Mellow & Sweet, Flo was in love with her best friend, Kane Jacobs - heartthrob extraordinaire. Unfortunately, her feelings for him were unreciprocated, seeing that he chased every girl that wasn't Flo. Drowning in boredom, Flo just wanted to taste freedom or at least sip liquor. Luckily, her world spiraled downhill the moment a boy arrived at her door, wasted beyond infinity. The drunken dude was Ace Lockwood and he was a certified badass. Apparently, he had "accidentally" crashed his motorcycle in her mailbox, pissed on her succulent, and puked on her porch. But after a few weeks, Flo realized that she wasn't just infatuated with his motorcycle but also the boy riding it. [Humor #10/ Teen Fiction #10]

Full editing mode, this means changing of chapters, changing characters names etc, just changing it all. If you don't want to read until it is completely edited and changed, then you don't have to. This is your warning. ~ "I'm afraid to live and I'm afraid to die. What a way to exist. This is the way 17 year old Freya has always lived. Between her abusive family members and the bullying at her school, she had never been known as anything less than the worthless child she believes she is. Just as her final year is about to start, she meets Alex, causing her world to make a 180 twist into a spiral staircase of emotions; and at first it's perfect. But obviously perfect is just an illusion; a figment of Freya's imagination because before she knows it, Alex is standing at the front of her classroom on the first day of school. . . as her teacher. Can Freya fight her way through her last year of highschool or will she always be the worthless child?

There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

Allisson Harley felt like she snapped right of a thriller novel. The sixteen year old beauty was far from perfect. She was a victim of domestic violence that made her an orphan and left her with horrible scars. Sixteen year old Hunter Vaughn was a golden boy whose life was once perfect.Handsome, rich and with a genius IQ, he felt that there were was nothing he couldn't do. But a tragedy took away his perfect life... along with the gift of sight. When they met, they were both running away from their nightmares. Though Hunter was blind, he looked past Alice's scars and saw how beautiful she is. She was his angel. He was hers. Hunter went away with a promise that once he returns, he will be capable of protecting her. But once he got his sight back, is he still willing to keep the promises he made her? Will he still look past the damage that her nightmares had caused her? Or will he go back to his perfect life and leave her in the hands of a new angel who took his place when he left?

After an amusing banter at the library with a mysterious guy, Savannah hopes that it's the last she'll see of the bickering boy. Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah. He feels the need to stick around her even though she is the target for childish rumors, gave him the wrong number purposely, has all the comebacks for his pickup lines, tried to run him over with her car, constantly embarrasses him, and repeatedly tells him to 'get lost' or 'shove off.' During their many adventures, not only do they get into many bad situations but they make a few enemies along the way. Will his determination to befriend this stubborn girl spark a friendship between the two or a special kind of hatred? <><><> WARNING: I wrote this story when I was fetus- even more fetus than I am now. I was thirteen and I finished it two or three weeks after I turned 14. That means that this story has grammatical errors. So please, read at your own risk. --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ON APP.

Addie Johnson has just graduated from college in Texas and is coming home to Georgia with her boy friend, John Collins, of two years. It's been nearly four years since she's been back to Georgia. She has had nothing to do with Morgan Denson in three of those four years. So what's going to happen when she comes back and she finds out he's still be waiting for her all this time? ************************************************************************************ "Hey, babe? Did you say we needed eggs?" John asked as we made our way over to the dairy section of the market. I nodded as he walked away. I leaned down to grab a gallon of milk when something startled me. "Addie? Addie Johnson?" I knew that voice anywhere. I didn't have to turn around to see that it was him. I took a deep breath, turned around and smiled. I put the milk in the cart and my attention towards him. "Morgan," I said taking him in and smiling. He looked pretty damn sexy, for being thirty now. Oh, God, he's now thirty! I can't believe it had been basically four years. I wonder what he thought of me after all this time? After what I did to him! He must have not seen John come and walk up to me or just didn't give a hell, because he scooped me up into a hug. Oh, Morgan, how I've missed you so much. I didn't want him to let me go but then the sound of John clearing his throat put me back into reality. We lived different lives now. We were different people. We were no longer a we. And it had been that way for almost four years now.

Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

Join Chase and Carli in their quirky journey towards discovering themselves and each other.