'They say loving someone can be really messy." Evie muttered. Corbin smirked. "Exactly, which is why I want you to be my date for the weekend. You'd be perfect. And considering that you don't want anything permanent or long-term as well and you're my best friend's sister" Evie bit her lip. She was this close to telling him that she wanted permanent and long-term with him. Meet Evie Erin. Twenty-two and has a knack for being in serendipity situations. Or was it just really her luck when her brother's best friend Corbin came knocking on her door - looking hot and sexy in his suit - and demanding her to be his date for the weekend just to shut his parents' up? But what Corbin Hayes didn't know was that Evie held a secret she was willing to take even in her own grave. A secret that no one (even her brother) knew that she was in love with him. Although Evie had sworn she'd rather get stab with a fork in the eyeballs and go blind than to tell Corbin.

Lola Dawson had always been the good girl, had always been loved by everyone, and had never gotten into any kind of trouble. She had been happy and normal for her entire life. That all changed on her eighteenth birthday. Everything that made up her life was pulled away from her in an instant while sitting at school in the cafeteria. That day she wasn't the 'good girl' anymore. Truthfully, she had no idea what she'd become. But they did. (Includes Ingenium, Somnium, and Proelium)

For seventeen years, Henry’s always been content with a cup of tea and a good book. But when he decides that he wants to write one of his own, he realizes he lacks something to write about. So, when the enigmatic Winter McLane transfers to his school, he thinks he may have finally found what he’s been looking for.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

❝ he told her the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. ❞ {memoirs from a girl who didn't realize how much he cared until it was too late.}

Lily Potter is an average 15 year old living in the United States in 2011. When magic upheaves her life and drops her and her younger brother into a beloved world she thought was fictional, she discovers old family secrets-and family in general.

"What is beautiful anyways? Is it the color of someone's skin or eyes? Their height? The way they dress? What is it?" I asked, not really expecting an answer. "I think beautiful is someone who looks past the exterior and gives people a chance. Someone who tries to understand another. An unselfish being. Someone who doesn't see with their eyes but their heart," he replied playing with the bracelet around his wrist, "That truly is a beautiful thing." Celeste has been called beautiful all of her life. She is convinced that guys only want to go out with her because that's all they say they like about her. She's beautiful. To graduate Celeste needs thirty-five hours of community service. She decides to answer an ad in the paper for a temporary aide for a blind teenager, Seamoore. With their new found accidental friendship, Seamoore opens Celeste's eyes that seeing isn't just with your eyes. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

Letters and One Shots for you.

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

"What's your name, again? Rowell Forest Hill something, right? But wait, I don't really care. Not really. Just try not to keep on forgetting that I have wrists and can twist them to turn a door knob. Just, stop." Robert Hills is a gentleman and everyone in town knows that. Everyone. But when he decides to show off his gentle-manly behavior to the new girl in his workplace, his habits are put to trial in ways that leaves everyone in the town astounded (especially the old women who are used to Lovely Robert holding their hand while crossing the road). Andsobut, Robert decides to show this overly-witty girl that his so-called gentlemanly habits are far better than her nasty customs (i.e. nail-biting, thumb-finger-sucking, swearing-every-minute-of-every-day, etc.). And he does show her. But it's not like the girl isn't a Major at streaming buckets of malevolent terms from her mouth every time he even attempts to hold a door open for her. A story of one gentleman, one infuriatingly sarcastic girl, and his puny attempts to show her that not all gentlemen are jerks in disguise.