When a popular boy gets fed up with having to live prestigious standards, he asks his nemesis to help him lose his status. But how far will he have to go to lose it?

What happens when a suicidal teen boy and a girl just looking for a little excitement collide? Will she be just what he needs? Can she save him? ***************** Tristan feels all alone, no one is ever home, he only has one friend and school is well...school. He just wants it to end but then he sees her. Natalie is your normal teenager has friends and her everyday routine. She goes out once in a while but does the same thing everyday besides that. She thinks her life is boring and wants a little change. What happens when she meets Tristan?

Depression is the feeling of severe despondency and dejection, which is rarely associated with bubbly, full of cheerful high spirits; in my case, I became bubbly because of depression.

(formerly known as My Bad Boy Stepbrother) This is not a romance where the nerd falls in love with the bad boy. This is about my stepbrother Jason and me. No, we do not hate each other. No, I'm not even a freaking nerd, geek, or loser. But yes, he is the ever-so-popular "bad boy." That's where the similarities end. So what's the big deal? I guess you'll have to read and find out... (Unedited so BEWAREEE LOL)

(formerly known as My Bad Boy Stepbrother 2) My stepbrother Jason and I aren't in love with each other. No, we do not hate each other either. No, I'm not even a freaking nerd, geek, or loser. But yes, he is the ever-so-popular "bad boy." I expected his rep to die down now that he's in college. It didn't. In fact, he's well known at his college: something he totally forgot to mention when I moved into college. Oh, we are going to the same college.

-Story #2 of Nerd in Disguise- The name's Naomi Jax Smith. People call me Jax for short. The dude to my 3 o'clock is my twin brother Robin Matthias Smith. People call him Rob. We all have our own secrets. Our family has secrets--ones people kill for. Some secrets are meant to be hidden away in a deep, dark abyss. Some are meant to be told.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

As the only daughter to one of the most powerful Mafia families, Shay has sought to figure out her own path despite the overbearing pressures from her Family. After a family dispute leads to Shay and her mother to go into hiding, Shay attends Elite academy--her own perfect Hell. With an incredibly awful (or ingenious) disguise, Shay's new identity is going well until Jacob Smith shows out of nowhere. Not only does he seem to know every right button to push, but he also seems to know everything about her. Shay's seemingly normal school life explodes with a new set of problems. Old and new enemies are coming for her and she needs to choose whether she will carry the Ricca name. Goodbye Nerd Disguise, hello old identity, old life, old friends, and new enemies. It's the Family business, where plotting someone's assassination is just part of the daily duty. (Unedited first draft) FYI title may be misleading at first.