"You stole my face." Veronica was put up for adoption when she was born due to the fact that her parents couldn't afford another child. She ended up being adopted by Melanie and Miguel Lòpez who raised her to fight and defend herself to be a part of their family gang. Melanie decides to send Veronica to a public school after moving to the states so she can live as normal as possible. Though Veronica hates the idea, she still has to attend school and almost loses her shit when a preppy cheerful girl named "Valentina" looks identical to her. Although Veronica is learning to have a real social life to be a real teenager doesn't stop her gang life from interfering and attempting to ruin her and especially a boy she wont give up on as she finds out who she is and wants to be.

Whoever says boys and girls can't just be friends is lying, and Lexi Hamilton is living proof of that. Spending the majority of her adolescence surrounded by only boys, Lexi is accustomed to maintaining strictly platonic relationships with the men she's remained closest to. Not once has she ever gushed over one of her friends, or even remotely felt the smallest twinge of romantic affection for a single one of them. That is, until senior year. With graduation and college looming ahead, Lexi planned to spend her senior year spending the entirety of her free time with the five boys closest to her. She accomplishes that - but she also develops feelings she has never in her life felt before. As much as she tries to deny it, she has truly become enamored by one of the guys that she has considered a best friend for most of her life. She refused to acknowledge her feelings, knowing they have the potential to ruin everything she has come to appreciate about her friend group. But will love somehow conquer her fears and allow her to seek something bigger than she could have ever imagined? Or will her worries prove true?

"You make me want to keep dancing, even when the music stops." • • • Ever since her father died of a stroke while she was dancing for him, Fiona has been afraid to dance in front of others. She closed up her talent behind locked doors and only dared to dance to the mirror; There was nobody she could hurt when she was alone. So what happens when the mirror suddenly reveals another person that catches her as she's about to lose footage in a pirouette? Someone who dares her to dance with him, to step outside her comfort zone. Life-happy Adam sees a lost but gifted girl, afraid to show her talent. Her life has been standing still for so long, she's turned into a dancer without movement. So what does he make her do? He makes her pirouette.

A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depressed loner Lolita Abri - and falls headfirst into love. Throughout the course of one school year, they unravel each other and their sadness, setting apart their differences and realizing that sometimes love isn't enough - and sometimes it just might be. [FIRST DRAFT] Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXTbhopy9ts © All Rights Reserved. Teen Fic #7 A Wattpad Featured story

Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.

••• ❝If I can count every grain of sand in the shores of the beach we made a trip to twice a month; if I can trace lines from the first star all the way to the very last star in this galaxy that we both live in; if I can collect every single drop of water that's been touched with moonlight; if I can pick every single petal from all the flowers that has been kissed by a ray of the sun -maybe then, maybe, I will be able to tell you exactly how far and how long this feeling runs. Maybe then I will be able to tell you it is limitless. And that is how you make me feel, Daniel. You make me feel limitless.❞ ••• In which I, Deborah Barclay, fall in love with Daniel Harrington when we're just kids, and have no idea how to fall out. ••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©LITERALIGHT

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

| published! under the new title MEET ME IN THE MIDDLE | Eden knows she can't love Truman, the boy with the angelic smile and devilish eyes. Why? He's her best friend Katie's older brother, who she strictly promised she'd stay away from. But when a tragic accident strikes, Truman and Eden find their way back to one another. With the promise she made her friend stuck on her mind, Eden tries her hardest to push Truman away, even when life seems stuck on keeping them together. Alex Light © All Rights Reserved. 2018. Highest rank: #2 in Teen Fiction, #1 in YA

When Anah Miller, agony aunt to the whole of Hastings Academy, replies to Clueless and Useless' e-mail about his unrequited love, little does she know that's she's opened Pandora's Box. A few days later, when she receives a text from an unknown number, she tries to ignore the boy at the other end, but day by day, he breaks through her defences. There's just one snag- he won't tell her who he is! Can the pretty, quiet and unassuming Anah let herself fall for the guy, without even knowing who he is? And can a relationship formed through messages really blossom? ~ To make You Have ONE New Message realistic, I'll be posting daily updates in 'real time'. The first one will be on the 5th of September 2014, with the second update on the 8th of September. After that, it'll be updated daily, right through until December 20th. And maybe, I'll even write a little something extra! (Some days will have a LOT of to-and-froing messaging wise, other days Anah and Mystery Man might be ignoring each other! Teenagers and their relationships these days!) Hope you like it, Sarah. xx ~

❝In which two people call up a helpline in order to find someone just as broken as they are. ❞ "Does...does it bother you that my dad's in prison for murder?" "Well, judging by the fact that I moved away from America to get away from the memory of a gun crime, I would say yes, Elliot, that bothers me quite a lot." "I...I...gun crime?" "Yes, Elliot. You are currently speaking to a survivor of one of America's many school shootings."