A few days before the 25th, Farah Dailey decided to take a risk and anonymously deliever a Christmas gift to her long-time crush, Jamie Bright. Things don't go quite as planned when a sudden snow blizzard strikes and Farah blunders her way into a sweet shop - coincidentally owned by Jamie's family. Hm, but perhaps being trapped with your crush inside a sweet shop isn't all bad? [ N a N o W r i M o - 2 O 1 2 ]

Zac Carter had spent one week out of every year at Emily Dawson's house since he was fifteen. It was the week his parents had their 'alone' time as they liked to call it. He was thinking of bailing on it this year, telling them he was old enough to be on his own for a week. Then he remembered sad, strange Emily who he's had a crush on for the longest time. That made him want to stay there just so he could try and figure her out. Follow the story of Emily and Zach as they discover that sometimes things arent quite what they seem.

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*ALL RIGHTS RESERVED* Clarisse Hornitt is a nerd. Or a geek. But, not your typical nerd/geek, as she won't put up with bullshit and will promptly tell you how it is regardless to how it makes you feel. She manages to get into a physical altercation with a certain football player at her high school...and well...drops herself into a whole mess of trouble she'd never expected. *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED*

"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*

Storm is a cat that was once human, but her memories are locked away, coming in sporadic bursts. She lives the life of a street cat, content for awhile, until she aches for the company of people. She takes up the life of a house cat, but is still unhappy, and she just can’t figure out why. That is, until the day she wakes up human. Now everything has changed. Suddenly she’s in a race survive, using her new human friends to help unravel her memories before this killer can finish her off—like they failed to do the first time.

[Watty's 2015 Winner] one lie. one fake relationship. one million problems. © 2016 Virgo Rose Edwards. trailer made by @novemberdreamer

"Why can't you tell me what's wrong with you? Maybe I could fix it?" I desperately pled, hoping he would just open up to me. "I'm not some toy, Ivory. You can't just 'Fix' me." Nathan mumbled. He kept an emotionless cold face on but I could see past it. I could see the broken little boy who needed my help and by God was I going to help him. "Then lets be broken together." I reply softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. Nathan stiffened for a second when I touched him but he soon relaxed. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. He then kissed me with so much heat and passion. I had never felt so alive. I, Ivory Williams was making out with my loner neighbour while standing in the middle of a public park. "I can't." Nathan pulls away and pushes me off him. "I can't do this anymore, I need to tell you something and you're never going to want to talk to me again." Nathan looked as pale as a ghost, a mixture of sadness and fear consumed his eyes. "Nate, You're scaring me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So how did I find myself naked in front of the hot new neighbour? How did I find myself so mesmerized by the most moody loner boy, who I hate yet I can't breathe without. Someone who in fact is hiding a dark secret. A secret that would not only change my life but make it crash down around me. Sometimes Love isn't so straight forward. Love can come in many shapes and forms, Mine came in the form of Nathan Rosenfield.

"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.

"Someone has a little temper." He said, wiping his thumb across his bottom lip. "You know what? Fuck you." I snarled. His dark eyes glowed, and he stalked towards me, his massive body trying to intimidate me. "I thought you would never ask." He said, and he lunged at me. Enter Kit Stormer. Age. 18 years old. Birth. Foster Child. (Don't ever question me about it.) Personality. Completely frigid. (Nuh huh. I just don't like you." Favorite Saying. "I can kick your ass." (Which is true.) Fact. Everyone has secrets. (I will kill to protect mine.) Opinion. I hate Dante Livono. Enter Dante Livono. Age. 22 years old. Birth. Unknown. (Don't even go there.) Personality. Mega Player. (Being a Gang leader is a big deal with the ladies) Favorite Saying. "Come here, Kitty Kitty." (If only she would heel, too.) Fact. Everyone has secrets. (.....) Opinion. I hate Kit Stormer.