"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?

Stephanie moved on from her life. She was hurt, all the pain that Harry caused was a lesson for her. She was having the time of her life, until Harry's twin brother decided to mess with her. Same eyes, same faces, but different hearts and minds. Would she hit the 'start over' button? © tropicalana

Dear Diary, I'm writing today because he tried to hurt me once again. I'm so sick that he thinks that he can do those things to me without a consequence, well actually... he can. Why can't I stand up for myself? Why do my knees lose their strength everytime he gets near me? I can't take this anymore. I just wished that he could disappear once and for all. Guess that won't happen since he lives just across the street. I hope tomorrow will be a better day. -Skylar

Pental Pal (noun) - one who exchanges letters to one another as pen pals. But uses the same writing utensil, in this case, a pentel pencil. They never wanted to do this from the start. The thought of writing to a complete stranger. Never seeing whose handwriting is in the letter you're reading. Someone who could be miles, maybe even oceans away from you. And all you get is a picture and a name. To Lizzabeth Teschler, this is extra credit. Even though she doesn't want to do this, she had to. But she's doing this for extra credit so she can still maintain her title of having the highest GPA record. Then she could finish the rest of high school and go off to college. Her whole life is all planned out for her, and she can't do anything to change it. There's a future for her, but not the one she wants. To William Patier, it's cruel torture. He had to do this against his will. This is his last chance before he gets shipped off to military school. Nothing but waking up at dawn, eating disgusting food, and not have a single girl in sight every day. After he graduates from school, who knows where he'll find himself. There's no future for him, not like there's any way to change it. So two complete opposites from different worlds are forced to write each other for a whole year. Add that with some arguments, secrets, two pentel pencils, some cookie butter, a Green Day album, an origami heart, some coffee from Starbucks, two teachers dating, Eddie Anderson, a rival and a cheater. With all that bundled up, who knows what will happen? But at least they don't know each other... right?

Vanessa Laine is a college student and aspiring musician. She's got the look and she's got the voice. The only thing that's stopping her is her stage fright...and an opportunity. But opportunity knocks when pop-punk band, The Velocity, holds auditions for a new lead singer at the restaurant that Vanessa works at. Getting in was the easy part. Surviving as the only girl in the band is the hard part. Can she do it?

When enigmatic freshman Amanda Valentino arrived at Endeavor High, she chose three people - Callie, Hal, and Nia - to guide her through the choppy waters of her new school. Except she didn't tell them about each other. When Amanda leaves, the three must reluctantly work together to figure out why. But once they start piecing together the cryptic clues that Amanda herself is leaving for them, they realize that everything they thought they knew about her is false. The more they dig, the mystery of where - and who - Amanda is deepens.

*Wattpad Featured Novel* Haley Monroe has moved to the Big Apple and is ready to start her internship at Forward Magazine, the hottest best selling lifestyle magazine in the country. Everything is set into place: Overpriced tiny apartment? Check. Sadly single? Check. Friendless in new city? Check. Determined to set off with a fresh start and (clearly) positive attitude, she spends her first night in New York doing something that someone as organized as Haley is, would never dream of - a one night stand. Well, almost. If you consider leaving Nate - the hottest guy she's ever set her eyes on - naked in his apartment, a one night stand. And to make Haley's life complete, the new owner of Forward magazine just started his first day at the office. Haley instantly recognizes her new boss. She almost had a one night stand with him. #DAMNITNATECHESTER Copyright © 2014 BellaLunaa All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the author.

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

*EDITING* cause im a pure sucker lol highest ranks: #68 in fanfiction, #3 under "starry" bless ya souls "Just get over it Marcel, look at me. I'm taken, I'm popular, and everyone loves me-now look at you." "B-but you don't understand-" "I do. Idiot." Marcel was the nerdy boy who had only cared about his studie.. While Stephanie Matthews was the popular girl with a natural beauty. Nobody ever cared about this Marcel boy, and nobody knew the real him. He was hiding a secret from everyone; there were two sides of Marcel. The first one known as Marcel, and the dark side also known as Harry, who happened to be Stephanie's boyfriend. "Who do you think you are?" © 2013 tropicalana