Nik doesn't know what he's doing with his life. Before his father died, he was all set on becoming a great doctor, like him, but now, he just doesn't know. Dropping out of med school might have been a bad idea. Getting into art school would have give his father an aneurysm. Getting his body covered in tattoo was kind of an overkill. Thing is, Nik doesn't really care anymore. And he should care. He just doesn't know what to care about.

She's weird. He's weirder. Or maybe it's the other way around. Either way, they're both crazy. Crazy and meant to be.

Danika Wisher has a knack at getting herself into very strange situations. With hippie polygamist parents, an unfinished college degree, weird part-time jobs and promiscuous habits, her upbringing didn't exactly scream normal. So, when she meets Landon Armstrong-in a hospital wearing a puffy powder blue dress-she doesn't think too much of it. But when she keeps meeting him, time and time again, she can't help but think that maybe there's some greater forces working there. With her Wallstreet workaholic emotionally distant not-really-boyfriend-boyfriend, and Landon's own cold hearted contortionist ex-girlfriend, they're both emotionally unavailable in their own messed up way and in no place to be in any kind of relationship. But their unlikely friendship might bring them both something that they never had expected to find-their own stars.

Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on. But she's also always been the girl he loved. All his years have been Claire years.

It's September and I need a roommate. I couldn't live in the dorms anymore. I was fed up of being paired with idiots. I was done sharing my kitchen and my bathroom with an entire floor. When I signed the lease for my apartment, I did it with the guy I was seeing at the time. Turned out he was as unreliable as he was loud in bed. Which was very. You know when you see someone for the first time and you think that those clothes they're wearing really are appalling and that they should immediately remove them, any type of clothing really, well that's the first thing that crosses my mind when I first meet Holt. He's going to be a problem, that Holt. (This story is completed)

Because their story is too interesting to ever have an end. Follow Blake and Lexi through the years!

The Spawns are back in town. With Cole and Jayden freshly out of their first year of University, Lilibeth in vacation for the summer and Maika finally out of her boarding school, mischief is on the horizon. But their summer takes an unexpected turn when Dakota Taylor, Cole's cousin, arrives. She's just as crazy as them all... maybe even crazier. Follow their eventful summer, filled with laugher, mischief, love, heartbreak and just the right amount of felonies as only the spawns of Blake Eaton, Lexi Grayson, Josh Torres, Daphnee Harrison and Alexander Parker can do right. [Sequel to "I Sold Myself to the Devil... Pitiful I Know]

"I must have hit my head a lot harder than I had anticipated, or maybe breathe too much smoke because this is definitely nut-case crazy. Or a very creepy dream that feels way too real for my own good. I can pat my subconscious on the back for that one, but at the same time, it might be a little over the top." When Melody set fire to a museum she didn't expect to hit her head on the pavement and wake up in a nightmare. But she does. And this nightmare is not a nightmare apparently--it's a curse. A curse that traps her into paintings. And there's no escaping from the wrath of a possessed painting out to teach an art-hater a lesson. Cover painting made by Soo Kim (http://sookimstudio.com/blog/)

"I'm in love with you." How many times would I have to think about this, how many times, before she could hear it, feel it, see it in my eyes? "I'm in love with you." How could I make her see without telling her, without scaring her off... without losing her. I couldn't lose her.

Ever been stuck on an elevator? Try being stuck in an elevator for 30 hours straight with nothing but a worn- out purse and a handsome stranger.