When Violetta is 17 she wants to leave the country. Leon, her boyfriend, doesn't come with her. After four years Violetta and Tomas return together to Buenos Aires, engaged. What will happen when Violetta meets Leon?

It's time for me to become one of those who compete for prince's heart. Will he love me? Or will one of the girls from the kingdom take him away from me? Do I love him? Violetta has to join the competiton to become the prince's wife. Will a girl from a small town have a chance in the palace, where everything is different? {This story is inspired by The Selection trilogy}

When Violetta moves to a new school she quickly clashes with Ludmila and her group of friends. Violetta and her friends soon hatch a plan to destroy them but will she take it too far? [Based on Mean Girls]

Leon Vargas is the most popular guy at the Studio. He can basically get any girl, so when his girlfriend breaks up with him after summer break, Leon and his friends end up in the middle of a bet. All Leon needs to do is to get the school's shyest girl to open up and perform at the school's showcase at the end of the year. How hard can it be? cover made by @shadowherondale

Being edited "You do realise that even though you fight 24/7, you can't live without each other" "No fran I can live without this jerk" "And I can live without this drama queen" Strangers, acquaintances, enemies/friends, best friends, boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers These are the stages of relationship right? What happens when two people not belonging to any of the first stages go directly to the lovers stage From frenemies to lovers.....

Violetta,Camila and Francesca are best friends and are popular.When they start attending Buenos Aires High School, what will happen? Will they make friends? Enemies? Maybe find Love? Or just stir things up and cause drama? Warning-Strong Language

Alone: (v) - having no one else present; on one's own. *** "Violetta." He reached for my hand again, "Why do you hide yourself away?" "I don't," I lied. He sighed at my horrible attempt of lying. "Will you tell me?" "Tell you what?" I whispered. "Tell me why, and don't avoid it," I let out a deep breath, looking away from his green eyes. "Where do I start?" "From the beginning," Leon replied his hand interlocked our fingers. !mild/strong language! HIATUS.