Leah Preston was a normal 17 year old girl, until she wakes up and finds herself staring at her own lifeless body. She has no idea what happened to her or how she died, and the only person who can see her is her sworn enemy Jared. Neither of them have a choice, they must put their differences aside in order to find out what really happened to Leah and how she died, or better yet, who killed her, while at the same time fighting each other and the feelings they are beginning to develop. ©makeandoffer

Anne Vivera hasn't known happiness for eight months. Then, she finds the address. Letter by letter, hope is re-introduced to her life... until one cruel night when life reminds her that fairytales aren't real.

Dear Sam, I know that you are furious with me, along with everyone. I'm so sorry that I wrote these notes. But please read through them one more time, and try to understand how sophomore year is going for me. High school is so much harder without all of you guys, and I keep having to take more and more medicine. I'm so sorry. Just give me another chance. Charlie.

My proper full name is #0000000266 (Or #266), but you can call me Isabelle. I am a tribute of the President's Isolation Project, a project in which twenty babies are raised and taught in complete isolation from society, and will be released on their eighteenth birthday to help the world. Our job is to bring peace to a world of bad influence from violence and wars. But when something goes haywire, the whole world turns against us and tries to kill us off. Only, you can't tell us apart from the rest of the population. Everybody can no longer trust anyone, and the twenty tributes who were raised to create peace may just become the reason for another war.

I, Cameron, came to Rio for one reason. To take pictures. I DID NOT come to find a boy that I would fall in love with. I DID NOT come to accidentally take a picture of him committing a huge crime. I DID NOT come to be the only proof Rio has that the boy I love is a criminal. I came to take pictures, but in doing that, I did everything I just mentioned. If only I could delete the picture and my memory.

If people would just, for once, stop being the people creating the shadows, and be the shadows watching the people who create them, we could learn. I am the person who is alone, watching people and society go by. I watch them live and make mistakes, and I learn from them as I discover funny/sad stories to tell. Here is what I learn from being the shadow, and the hilarious or utterly depressing stories.

A collection of various poems. An obstruction for inner anger. An expression of emotion. An outlet for pain. A cry for help. A wish for sanity. A plea for freedom of my inner self. Release.

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?