Its spring break, and Amy, Savannah, Roxy, Tana and Jenny are sleeping over at Roxy's abandoned lake house. They have the whole night figured out. Bonfire, good food, and good company. However, the fun comes to an end when Jenny is murdered on the spot, and the girls have no clue who the killer is. The odds are against time, as the clock is ticking for the next murder to happen. Here's a hint girls, the killer is one of you.

Penelope Larissa Edwards has always wished she could have her sister's life. Why? Because her sister was Perrie Edwards. She was in the girl band Little Mix and you might have heard of her as Zayn Malik's girlfriend. Zayn Malik as in 1/5 of that popular boyband One Direction. Penelope and Perrie used to be close but ever since fame came around, Penelope has been stuck at home while Perrie is living a superstar life. After not seeing each other for a good six months, Perrie comes home and begs for a favor. A favor that included taking her place so she could go on a well deserved vacation. Only they would know and no one else. Reluctantly, Penelope accepts and takes her twin sister's life. As a singer and as Zayn Malik's girlfriend. The thing is, he doesn't know that Penelope isn't Perrie. He thinks his girlfriend has changed...but for the better. Penelope tries not to fall for this charming Bradford boy, but before she knows it, she's head over heels. Penelope fights an emotional struggle. Between the sisterhood or a love life. Is it worth the risk? Watty Awards Finalist 2013

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It's WAYYYYY to long since Emma Tomlinson has seen her Louis Tomlinson and when he arrives from being on tour with his famous band One Direction, not only is Emma greeted by her brother but also the boy she has been waiting for.... Liam Payne. But with her over protective brother, fans and the fellow members of the band will Emma and Liam get to be together?

Niall stumbled back, muttering a short sorry before his gaze landed to the person he bumped into. Zayn. "Its been a while, hasnt it, Malik?" He smirked, a hand going up to his hair, fingers running through the blonde locks. "Three years is quite a long time. How are you?" His voice had gotten deeper, a cold chill tingled through Niall's spine and the boy was pretty sure that the weather didn't cause that shiver. "I'm fine, I'm doing well" he nodded, uncomfortable, his eyes scanning over Zayn's appearance. "Same here" their answers were short and awkward but they both stared intently at each other. Niall frowned, not really having much to say. "Miss me?" The older cockily smirked, causing a small smile to appear on Niall's face. "Haven't changed have you, Malik?" He chuckled, arms crossing over his chest as he breathed a long sigh. "No. No, I haven't." Zayn smiled at the blonde and Niall felt that there was a sincerity to his words that were covering something up. His head was tilting to the side, hands buried in his pockets as he but his lip, waiting for Niall to respond. "Good, I , ugh, don't want you to change." Niall's arms hung loosely by his sides, a faint blush appearing at his cheeks that he'll only blame the cold London weather for. Zayn grinned, "Never" — Need to read the first book (Hungry) in order to read this one —

Jesabel is a liar. When her only friend mysteriously disappears, she does what comes naturally. She keeps her truth from the world. Without warning, she is thrown into a web of lies far more dangerous and lethal than anything she could imagine. With an annoyingly charming boy by her side, can she unravel what she refuses to tell - the truth? WHITE LIES HAS BEEN REVISED, EDITED AND REWORKED! Happy late new year, friends! I'd like to take this opportunity to announce that White Lies, a story that has been up and running on Wattpad since 2011, has been re-written and revised for the coming decade. What does this mean? This entails the same characters you know and love, with better flow, better writing, more nuanced character development, more mature content, and entirely different plot lines. Jesabel's character has changed drastically since I last introduced her to the world (nearly NINE years ago! yikes!), and I wanted to make this story a more nuanced and modern take. When I had written White Lies, I had been just 14 years old. And I've done a ton of growing, learning, and unlearning over the years. This means that my characters have grown and developed with me. If you are an old friend and re-reader - welcome, and please enjoy the same old story you love with a brand new take! If you have started along this White Lies journey beginning in December and all throughout January, you might have read a half-edited and half-original version of the story. So please feel free to re-read at your leisure! I won't bite, I promise.

Renee Griffin is gorgeous, loveable, undeniably popular, and has an uncanny ability of getting everything she wants. She is a cunning seductress, a loving daughter, a prima donna, and a cold-blooded murderer. This is not a story for the faint hearted. This is the story of a 21st Century psychopath. "'You've killed,' he breathed. His eyes had grown big, so big that they barely fit his face anymore. He didn't resemble Nathan at all. He was pathetic, and cowardly, and weak. 'I have.' Silence and darkness threatened to crush us both, the sound of his uneven breathing piercing through my eardrums. I didn't bother hiding anything in my demeanour - it was a relief to let the darkness out, to let it slip out of every pore and every cell. He was going to die. His next words were quiet, so quiet, that it could have been drowned out with the faint sound of cheers coming from the stadium. 'You're a monster.'"