"ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ℓiττℓє вσy?" "ɴᴏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ cυяıσυs." ✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴀ sᴛʀɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʏsᴄʜᴏ.

Younger Sister of a soon to be football star Daya Price is a sophomore who spends her time listening to music from the golden age of hip hop and collecting black icon tees, that go great with her head full of braids. She's never been kissed, never been claimed, and never not looking at people's lives. Despite her brother's status on her school's football team, she finds he self crushing on football players that is until she befriends a junior pothead Ziyah Daniels UPDATES SUNDAY AND WEDNESDAY © 2019 Eliza Thomas/Miss unsung

"When I tell you that he hates me, you'll probably assume it's because he's a jerk...but you'd be wrong. He's not a jerk. I am." --- Several years ago tragedy struck Emma's home, leaving her broken... like a cup with cracks spiraling and slithering around the edges. Slowly, bitterness crept in like tar, hardening between each fracture to resemble a deceitful wholeness. She became a monster, and targeted her venom on the sweetest person she could find: Trinity Nixon. Too bad the boy Emma longed for was Trinity's brother. Now, as Emma fights to win the heart of the boy who despises her, she's forced to hide her demons. She paints her fragile cup in pinks, yellows, and oranges - all the colors of the sun. She paints on a smile, and an unusual sense of humor, so that the world will view her as bright and cheerful, when in reality she's breaking. But she's completely unprepared for the acidic truth that melts away the tar, demolishing her shell, and awakening the Emma White buried deep inside. --- Book 1 in The Dismantled Pride series *Story was previously titled "Faking It"

"You're an asshole," I blurted. "You're such an asshole that your actual asshole is jealous." Silence. What the hell did I just say? Out of all the insults, I choose one that makes the least sense? Damn it, why couldn't I just have been born normal... Wait, never mind. Psh, screw sanity. "Can we keep her?" Tyler suddenly says, bouncing on his tippy toes. "Please, Keith? Can we keep her? Huh, huh, huh?" What am I, a pet? "Keith" whipped his head towards Tyler so fast I could've sworn I heard a crack. "Keep her?" he echoed. "No, Tyler, we can not keep her." Thank you. "She's utterly useless to us, and you want to keep her?" I gasped, placing a hand over my chest. Useless? Damn, these people are rude as hell. "But," Tyler whined, walking over to me. I tensed all over when he squished my cheeks together. "Look at how adorable she is. She's just so innocent... you'd never suspect anything bad from her." Keith expression changed, to one I knew very well from my experiences with Val. Lightbulb. "Tyler, you are a genius," Keith says. Tyler's hands stop squishing my cheeks. "I am?" "He is?!" everyone else says. Keith doesn't reply, just keeps on grinning wickedly. And suddenly I have a feeling that I am not gonna make it out of here alive. - WARNING: VERY CRINGE WORTHY MATERIAL NOW AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE http://www.lulu.com/shop/angel-zenith/the-gangleader-kidnapped-me/paperback/product-23087208.html Highest Rank: #1 in Humor April 19, 2015 CoAuthor: DreamCreature

Why is the oldest Gilbert never part of the story? Grace fled Mystic Falls after her parents died in an accident because she couldn't cope with the horrible grief. When she comes back, she isn't the shy, victimized school girl anymore. She developed into a confident young woman and ready to take over responsibility for her younger siblings. But how will she react to the truth about the things she missed when she was gone? Cover credit goes to the lovely @esthefanyarodriguez Highest rank: #48 in fanfiction