Reed Hadley would gladly spend her day holed up in her room with her dog, watching horror movies or surfing the internet on her trusty laptop. Too bad she is the daughter of one of the biggest matchmakers in the business. As soon as Reed started to develop into what scientist dubbed an adolescent, her mom has been sitting her up on dates, which seem to go wrong every time. Reed is done with these dates, and she realizes that the only way to get her mom off her back is to find a boyfriend. When Reed is partnered with bad boy Parker Hunt on a school project, they can't stand each other. However, Reed and Parker quickly realize they need each other; Reed needs Parker so that her mom will stop with the blind dates, and Parker needs Reed so his jealous ex-girlfriend will leave him alone. So, this odd pair strikes up a deal. For appearances' sake, they're an item. Behind closed doors, they may fight like children, but Reed and Parker have managed to fool the people they need to. However, can a fake relationship stay fake forever?

"One mustn't linger upon the past for too long, lest one becomes consumed by their own sorrow and festers into nonexistence once more." Throughout her lifetime, Samira has had many names, she lived a life of seclusion, away from the rest of her kind. Living amongst mortals for over five hundred years (not in the same place though) has caused her to feel no anger nor hatred toward humanity; rather pity and a motive to protect them as though they were her own children. Do not misunderstand her, throughout her existence she has killed many men, women and yes, even children. She feels pain when she commits such sins, but can't satiate her hunger for their sweet crimson wine. She is amazed by them. She is afraid of them. She is confused by their actions. However, she admires them for their many uses. For some strange reason, everything has come crashing down upon her like the Roman empire once did many years before her time. She's looking to one man to assist her, but the problem is, this man holds a grudge against her for a crime she committed against him nearly five centuries earlier. Ancient enemies, old and new friends and new foes---a dangerous quartet for a vampire who has wretched luck with such relationships. Where does Samira's origin lie? Where does the vampiric origin begin in this twisted tale of fate? What is the role that a swarthy man, by the name of Ulric, will play when it comes to her life? Strange occurrences surround Samira, beginning all with an encounter with a flawless small girl in an alleyway. (*IMPORTANT NOTE* This story has yet to be edited past the first chapter; however, it is still readable---the flow is slightly off and a bit awkward.)

Was published, but is now off the market--I'm sorry! Brianne is the opposite of her best friend, Kyla. Kyla is open-minded; Brianne is closed off, judgmental. Kyla is a hopeless romantic. Brianne? Not so much. So when Kyla shoves an apple into her face telling her to throw it across the cafeteria so she can find her future love, Brianne is anything but interested. And yet she throws the apple anyway. Who does the apple hit? Dannon Barone, the most popular boy in school. Though he's seemingly sweet and all-smiles, Brianne dislikes him. She thinks he's a fake, a fraud, someone who is just charming the crowds in order to gain popularity. But Brianne is about to learn that stereotypes are not true, and that she's been too quick to judge those around her. Brianne Nichols' life is about to change forever. And what does she have to thank for it? A bruised piece of fruit. Who would have known that a stupid apple could be right? | technically not part of the summary | Okay, so I know the prenote says to find any errors you can. Just letting you know there's no point to that anymore because I've reedited it two more times after this one (extensively so), and already sent it in to be self-published. The only reason that the prenote is still up is because a fan made an amusing slideshow and if I edit anything then the tags for the wattys will be gone and I'll no longer be entered , hahah!

"You see, Draco Malfoy, without your sarcastic replies to endure each morning and that arrogance only you could carry, I find myself somewhat missing you." Draco thought the biggest problem living for a year under the same roof as Hermione Granger was the probability of them killing each other. He never thought it would be falling in love with her.

As much as it pains her to admit it.... He was cool.

Seventeen-year-old Jeremiah Davis hates the emptiness in his life. His mother's depressed and his father is too much of a coward to face it. So Jeremiah has decided to never face him again. Instead, he'll face his music. He knows it'll lead him to anywhere he wants: a prestigious arts university, a chance of a lifetime, and most of all, away from Smalls, Surrey (which is so tiny, it's even been taken off the map). But who would've thought it would lead him to love? Lead him to love an obnoxious, sarcastic, foul-mouthed, blue-haired girl, even if he won't admit it? No one would. Especially not Jude Jameson, an obnoxious, sarcastic, foul-mouthed, blue-haired teenager who would much rather spend her time at the local skate park or an alleyway, than anywhere else in the world. And definitely anywhere than in Jeremiah's company. But when an 'incident' occurs at their sixth form, fate throws the two in each other's paths and Jude is forced to take Jeremiah into the world of punk, indie, stressful parents and one-too-many beers. Let's just say that they're both in for one hell of a ride. All Rights Reserved.

"alice?" he whispered, his voice nervous. "yeah?" she replied absent mindedly, stirring the coffee in the dark red cup with her spoon. "i love you," he said. an uncomfortable silence filled the air. "i love you, alice," he repeated, looking at her. her head was bent as she spooned the cream and only strands of her ginger hair hung from the sides of her face. "okay," she replied. [© noiembrie; cover by @aciddaisies] short story #76, romance #383, thirteenth july two thousand thirteen.

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