While things are heating up at the ALDC, Maddie and Chloe discover a strange feeling towards eachother, and when they confide in their love, not only will their reputation be on the line; but also their relationship with the girls and their families.

Maddie and kendall love each other but are keeping it secret people begin to suspect are they more than friends will the truth come out of stay there little secret.

Maddie begins at a new school. What's gonna happen?

"Okay, girls, please welcome, Kalani Hilliker," Abby clapped. Chills went through Maddie's body as a beautiful tall girl with dark brown hair walks through the door with a simple smirk on her face. "Oh, man," Maddie thought as her eyes met the dark brown ones that were just a few feet away, "she's going to be trouble."

After a mysterious letter appears a month after their best friends disappearance, four friends set out on a journey to find her. But, when a familiar face comes back into the picture, things may change forever.

"Chloe, I love you. Ive loved you since the day I met you.. and Ive been keeping this from you for so long but its only because Ive been afraid for your response.." "Chloe has a duet with... Kendall."

Chloe and Maddie have been best friends since the joined the Aldc together when they were little. They're spending their summer at the Abby Lee Dance Camp, their favorite summer get away. Disclaimer: This is a dirty claddie fanfic, if you don't like it don't read it. No hate.

Chloe and Maddie discover how they really feel about each other. [Completed Story]

Continued from my Bal story. Will Bal last through their relationship? Or will Mal figure out Evie's secret? This story is mostly from Mal or Evie's POVs. ❤❤ I hope you like it! #Mevie #Bal

Klaus Baudelaire's parents had perished in a terrible fire when he was 12, destroying his home, possessions and orphaning him and his sisters. Following this unfortunate event he endured numerous attempts to have his fortune stolen and life taken from him, not to mention all the times his dear ones were maimed or murdered. But if Klaus Baudelaire had been presented with a different life; a life in which the fire had been nothing more than a nightmare, he would have denied it. For in his nightmare there was a flower that grew in the eye of the hurricane. She was beautiful, clever and perfect. She was his. And she was his will to survive.