Mazie has fallen in love. Okay, maybe it's with the ghost of a boy from school she hates, but love conquers all, right? ***** Soon after sixteen-year-old Mazie moves to the town of Dorn, she becomes haunted by the ghost of a teenage boy. The ghost doesn't remember anything, so Mazie calls him Jack. Until then, she never knew that ghosts could tap dance, nor that it was possible to fall in love with one! But then Mazie meets Blake, a mean, popular boy at her new high school - and she realizes that Blake is Jack's living counterpart. This means Blake is in grave danger, and only Mazie can help him, but saving this unpleasant boy might kill her ghostly love forever... [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]]

"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

Ranked #01 for Teen Fiction X4 *A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY!* WHS Story of the Month Winner: Teen Fiction The Fiction Awards Winner 2017; Best Overall Story Best Of The Beginners ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He turned slightly in his chair to face me "I'll be honest, it was a date but ended terribly." "Why did it end terribly?" His jaw clenched while contemplating whether to tell me or not "Because I was distracted." I raised an eyebrow in confusion "Distracted by what?" He looked at me directly in the eyes before answering, "You." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Avery is beautiful, carefree and outspoken. Well, she used to be. She used to thrive on adrenaline and the only way she could fulfil that need was by riding her motorcycle. Avery hasn't exactly lived the best life. With a violent ex-boyfriend, her father deserting them at a young age and her mum constantly high alongside her new husband, Avery and her sister Alena have grown up in a messy and violent environment. Determined to give her sister a proper upbringing, they escape to a new town and start a new life together, giving up on everything she loved in the process. Afraid of her past coming back to haunt her, she refuses to let anyone into her life. Her only focus is to look after her sister and get through senior year. That is until she meets Jaxon Asher who comes crashing into her life, popular amongst his peers who is also well known in the racing scene. Avery is convinced he is like every other man who's crossed paths with her. Will he prove her fears right and confirm that all men are the same; abusive and controlling or will he show her that there is still love left in this world? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright: © 2016 Claireaabell All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission