If you're judging this book by its cover and title, you're already proving the point this story wants to make. Try to move past this satirical obstacle in front of you. This is a story about bullying, and like the hundreds of other books on the topic, it will show you the harsh reality of being discriminated, belittled, ridiculed for something you cannot control- how you look, who you love, or what you believe in. But unlike these books, this story's sole purpose is not to tear your heart out of your chest as you mourn over your loss of faith in humanity. Instead, this book will make you laugh and love alongside these characters. Just like in life, there will be moments of dread and surrender, but there will also be moments of happiness, laughter, and love. - Naomi Lorraine, better known as Nerdy Naomi with her thick-rimmed glasses and straight-A report card, is the most unpopular girl in her school. Even with the help of her sarcastic comebacks, that doesn't stop her from getting bullied by everyone in Dartwell High. Every day her childhood bully, Raymond Meyers, knocks her off her feet, literally. However, she can't do anything but survive the laughs, insults, and bruises high school gives her. There are three senior transfer students, dubbed the Three Musketeers: Bennett Frazier, Jordan Wallace, and Declan Lynch. All in one day, Naomi catches their attention one by one. With her snarky attitude, but innocent look, they can't help but want her. But not the way you're thinking. Oh no, not like that. Instead, it's probably the whole opposite. It's quite simple really. She'll be their good girl. And they'll be her bad boys. ~ [This story is a first draft written by a 13 to 15-year-old girl so it has its fair share of grammar mistakes and plot holes.] Wattys 2015 Talk of the Town Award Second Place Story of 2015 Best Humor and Overall Points of The Fiction Awards 2016 Third in the Writers Awards 2016 Highest Ranks: #1 Humor, #1 Teen Fiction

Hell was the worst place to be after death. The torture is inevitable and the conditions are miserable. There is no remorse for those who have committed a crime and they got everything they deserved: Eternal Punishment. And who better to lead the torture party than the son of the Devil himself? However, Lucifer is not who everyone thinks he is. And when friendly little Sally gets sent to Hell she is furious. Sally refuses to sit back and take some unjust punishment; and when the Angels of Heaven ignore her pleas for help, she takes matters into her own hands. But something sinister is brewing between the forces of Heaven and Hell... And this something might just lead to the destruction of all humanity... unless it can be stopped...

*Highest Ranking: #4 in Vampire* "Get. Away. From me." I warned. He blinked, and a slow smile formed its way onto his face. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to brush a stray lock of midnight black hair from his forehead; he looked positively angelic when he smiled. "You don't want that," he murmured, his face dipping closer to mine. I pressed myself harder against the wall as he continued, his breath cool on my lips and so, so tempting. "You want me, Elizabeth. And out of every beautiful human girl in my estate tonight, I want you too." **** Sebastian Rockefeller is Lake Village's newest vampire. Lake Village banned the turning of humans 100 years ago; Sebastian has taken residence there and for the past 100 years, treated humans as cattle. No army is strong enough to overthrow him, and no other vampire dares to set foot in his territory. Despite the danger, humans flock around him in hopes of becoming immune to the march of time, and every year he hosts a ball to give them the chance to catch his interest, yet he has never taken it seriously. Now, Sebastian is tired of ruling alone.

Can a natural killer learn to be human again? Regan's unique talent for murder makes her a perfect assassin. After a lethal encounter leaves her broken body washed up on a beach, she finds herself adopted by a group of teenage bodyguards. She doesn't intend to stay for long, but soon Regan finds herself faced with a choice: become a hero or stay a villain? *** The boy played with the flat brim of the cap in his hands and looked around the room. He sat back in his chair, trying to look casual, but the heel of his hi-top sneaker drummed rapidly on the concrete floor. Regan sat opposite him with her legs crossed and her hands folded on her tartan skirt. She watched him without a word and brushed a strand of blue-dyed hair behind her ear. Somehow this seemed to unsettle him more. 'Calm down,' she said. 'It's just murder.' *** Author's Note: Darkness Girl: Trickster God is represented by Louise Fury from The Bent Agency. P.S. The epic cover was made by Paul Kopetko (you can stalk him at paulkopetko.com). Enjoy!

She just wanted a more interesting life. That's it. For her, the daily routine was simple: wake up, school, study, sleep, repeat. Her life was absolutely plain to her, and she prayed for anyone out there to change it. But she should have more careful about what she wished for. Because all of a sudden the quiet girl that no one notices starts to... change. Her hatred for everyone increases to the point where it's all she feels, her emotions start to wash away, her body becomes more powerful, and she starts getting more dangerous. That was her new beginning. She's turned into a monster with no memory of who her human form was. And she's not just any monster. She turns into Hell's personal assassin, a hunger for souls and a thirst for blood. But this is what she wanted, isn't it? She asked for anyone out there to change her life, and make it more interesting. And Satan decided to help her out with her request. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- June 7: Horror #77 June 9: Horror #69 June 13: Horror #49 June 15: Horror #47 July 3: Horror #26 July 24: Horror #14 Aug. 4: Horror #11 Aug. 17: Horror #9 Sept. 9: Horror #5 Sept. 20: Horror #3 *WARNING* if you don't like swearing or graphic scenes, please read at your own risk. *WARNING* if you don't like reading sexual content, please don't read or read at your own risk. *WARNING* sarcasm and sick humor will be in it. Be prepared for madness.

Mickey Davidson and Jason Thomas have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Growing up together in the same town, with neighboring houses, they were inseparable. When their senior year arrives, everything is going well -- until one day, when there's a car crash on the way to Jason's football game. After Mickey wakes from a three-day coma, everyone is relieved . . . until she opens her mouth. Mickey doesn't remember who anyone is, but it goes a step beyond that. Mickey thinks she's someone out of a story she writes -- and Jason is the only other person she recognizes. ranked 1 in adventure

\//\ SEQUEL TO HELL'S PERSONAL ASSASSIN \//\ She just wanted a more interesting life. And she sure as Hell got one. Not only is she a soul-sucking monster that is somehow still managing to have her angel side attached to her. She also is now preparing for a war. A war starting all because of her. And when Heaven and Hell are fighting over you, deciding whether they should be the first to get you on their side or try to kill you, what do you do? You run from your family You close yourself off And you fight for your life. -------------- January 3: Horror #134 January 4: Horror #117 January 6: Horror #57 February 17: Horror #33 February 18: Horror #26 March 30: Horror #17 March 31: Horror #15 April 5: Horror #12 April 15: Relief #10

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

I still have the newspaper clipping. It's a picture of me the first day of my existence, at least, it's the first day I remember. That was three years ago, when a photographer snapped the photo of me walking weirdly around the scene of a deadly car accident. My pale skin shone brightly against the wreckage as my blonde, almost white, hair hung limply past my shoulders. Unlike the people inside the vehicles, I was uninjured.