"You give reason to my name." "And you to mine." ----- Iridessa Belle Sinclair always thought of herself as an ordinary girl. She had nothing special that would differentiate her from a group. All she had was a head of what she thought was ordinary dirty blonde hair, along with ordinary lifeless dead blue eyes in which she hid behind a pair of spectacles. There was only one thing worse than being ugly in Crescent Grove High and that was to be ordinary. Her schoolmates stood out easily - no matter for good or for bad - but she was just there, just existing. It wasn't until the transfer of a new student did Iridessa get a new insight into life. Apollo Hunt, the paparazzi's favorite bad boy, rebel, and heartbreaker that had been in jail too many times. After his parents drew the last straw, they shipped him over to California to be in his relatives' care. It was purely accidental did he bump, or literally knockdown, the innocent Iridessa that had been hidden away too well under the radar of anyone even barely beautiful. Curious of the mysterious and quiet, yet sharp-tongued student, Apollo sought out to know more about Iridessa, in which in the end promising to make her pretty. All because he thought she was simply beautiful. ----- Highest Rank Teen Fiction: #28

Faye Raven has a reputation. She's the schools 'good girl'. The nerd. The 'Flabby Faye' of her adolescence. Or is she? Because what kind of good girl has a blue streak in her hair? What kind of good girl has a secret tattoo? What kind of good girl returns bullying with iconic pranks? And what kind of good girl is the best of the best when it comes to racing motorcycles illegally? Her motto? Good girls are Bad Girls that haven't been caught. And she's never been caught. Until Ryan Stryker invades her crazy life (the fault of a catastrophic collision with a runaway skateboard) and for a while, she can show her bad side to someone just as bad. For a while, her life is chaos. Her life is Bad. And the school's no.1 hottie shows Faye that its okay to be wicked. Actually, it's perfect. So Faye's wiping out the last trace of good in herself and the Good Girl is going all Bad. After all, Bad does feels so, so much Better. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book will have you on your knees with laughter. It will also hurt your heart with its adorableness. Let's Get Bad.

Once upon a time there was a boy. The boy lived in a house with abusive, alcoholic, adoptive parents. He went to a school where he was bullied just because of his grades. On the eve of his seventh birthday, this boy ran away. He ran into the forest, where his senses became more enhanced and he always felt safe. When he was sleeping in a small meadow, a bright light flashed through the forest and woke him. He found seven people standing in front of him, they were all female. They emitted a terrifying amount of power which made the young boy run for his life. When he was cornered, they introduced themselves as his parents. The young boy was Perseus Jackson. The women were Demeter, Hestia, Hera, Artemis, Aphrodite, Hecate and Athena. ______________________________________ I update every (date to be decided... ^-^) but I will still update right now whenever I can! Chapter lengths vary from 1000-5000 words long but are always more than 20 pages, and if they're shorter, I'll be updating more.

During their Junior year in Highschool, Marinette was forced to go back to her roots. The country of China. Leaving her friends, and Adrien was hard. But it was even harder telling her beloved partner, Chat Noir, that she wouldn't be there to help anymore. Years later, Marinette arrives back in Paris. The young 23 year old, fresh out of college is determined to make a name for herself as a fashion designer. But what happens when her alter ego, the hero of Paris is rumored to be back in the city? When Akumas attack again, the bug and cat team join forces once again. But perhaps in more ways than they expected. ~ Updates every week! Started: 2/6/17 Finished: 8/23/17 Completed!

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

Riley Matthews, all around good girl and to put it plainly invisible. Some would even say obscure. Lucas Friar, all around bad boy and to put it plainly popular. Some would even say he was tired of it. Complete opposites. Can they go against the status quo? GMW CHOICE AWARD WINNER: Best High School Sweethearts. Thank you @athziri210 for the beautiful cover!!

Brother of my mother, with whom I stay, Cast spells and does tricks with a stick like clay. An odd bunch of friends call his home theirs, They all walk in, mostly in pairs. Accustomed with Gandalf and Spark head who join in his fun, Which is all very nice, because my previous life holds none. Alone I be, No other friends or family. To the arms of death they go, While I wish they carried me in tow. My uncle's name is Sirius Black, And mine is Perseus, son of Jack. All Characters belong to RR and J. K. Rowling

Instead of a somewhat happy childhood with his mother, Percy is orphaned and on the streets by the age of ten. Found and taken in by the most unlikely of gods, Percy is raised to be the greatest demigod to ever live. His past has left him bitter towards all but a few. Will he still be ready to accept his destiny? AU of Percy's life. (This is already posted with permission but I wanna post it so I can also put the second and third books on this site.)

All families have secrets. Some are small, some are not. But in an immortal family, those secrets are eternal. Millennia come and go but some secrets never fade. Olympus' biggest secret was buried so deep none thought it could ever return. How wrong they were. Everything will change and none are safe. How it ends for the world... Only the Fates know.

A/N: I do not own anything except for the things I made, all belongs to Rick Riordan. I know, I know. It's not the most original story. But...You know what? I'll do the disclaimer later. For now, let's get on to the synopsis, shall we? We shall. ~~ People will use you over and over again to their fulfilment. They'll play with you until you're beaten to the bone. Until you're not shining anymore and they throw you away. Well, in my case it's the demigods and the Gods. Look, I didn't ask for any of this. I had accepted anything that came my way before, but don't I get my own happy ending? All I wanted was to live peacefully with my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase who I would do anything for, and my friends. We deserve at least that. So why is it as soon as he comes in everything was taken away from me? What did I do? What did Timothy Leon ever do to have the right to take everything that I have? He didn't save the world. I did. He didn't go to a long dangerous quest alone just for the sake of his friends to finally have a happy life. I did. So, I left. Thus, the start of my new life free from the Gods and their controlling ways. I was finally where I belong but now, I have to go back. Well, it was a matter of time anyway. Sooner or later, you'll have to face the past and unfortunately, my time has come.