An infamous music school. Cute teachers. A delinquent. And rich bitches. What exactly has Allie Heywood gotten herself into? Allie Heywood loves to play piano. Ever since she was a child, she's dreamed of being a pianist. In order to go the best music school in her state, she moves in with a family friend-- a young man who also happens to teach at the school.

Stacey Barnett is a writer and a single mother. Her hands full with two daughters (one with special needs), a newly published novel, an extroverted best friend and a controlling ex-husband, the last thing she expects is to meet an international pop star.

When 17-year-old Harley finds herself jobless, she needs a new one- and quick. Pretending to be twenty-one, she takes a job offer at a school for delinquents. With plans to quit as soon as she receives her inheritance, she thinks she'll make it through easily... but that idea crashes as one of her students finds out her real age. Can Harley convince him not to tell anyone? And what can she do about the student who insists he's crushing on her? Rewritten version of the orginal Watty Awards 2010 Winner of Best Overall, Best Romance, Best Female Lead, and Best Cast!

❝you're just the sperm donor; and that's all you'll ever be.❞ WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED AND IS RUSHED AND, TO BE HONEST, NOT MY BEST WORK. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. © payning ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Who are you?" the supervillain asks. His breathless voice is surprisingly soft. I slam my hands on either side of him, leaning in so close my nose touches his mask. I'm the taller one. "It's 'Please Don't Kick My Sorry Butt,' but you can call me 'Too late, I Already Did.' " And I have to admit, that one I'm a little too proud of. ***Hey, hey! Now a Wattpad featured story!*** The superheroes are gone. For as long as Monet can remember, a league of superheroes has guarded her city. They were the citizens' idols, guardians, and best friends. Then, only months ago, those same heroes poofed, leaving the population at the mercy of a supervillain known as 'Masquerade.' As teen reporter and self-proclaimed defender of truth, justice, and the American way, Monet Jackson vows to do anything to find the heroes. And that "anything," unfortunately, includes taking a dip in a vat of toxic chemicals, being fired, and being hunted by Masquerade himself. But someone's gotta protect the city, and she might as well write a blog about it. *** WHAT'S INSIDE: 1 Kick-butt heroine +1 Love Triangle... or ...Love Quadrilateral... or... Love Dodecahedron +School Drama +Action Sequences +Too Many Puns +Plot Twists + Cliffhangers *** COMPLETE

"I like a woman who can beat me at my own game." // cover credit to @herwalls

Owen Blackbourne had mixed feelings about killing a Ms. Sang Sorenson. She was, after all, an innocent. However, she was also very convenient and he was pressed for time. Sang didn't mean to kill her mom, honestly. It was self-defense! But try explaining that to a jury full of demons and angels looking for a quick conviction. Now she's stuck in the Underworld, with the nine handsome yet cruel demons who run the place. And through all the evils the Underworld has to offer, there is something darker lurking just beneath the surface. And it wants Sang. **This fanfic is purely for entertainment purposes. All characters belong to the wonderful CL Stone. There will be no financial gain sought from this story.**

A girl. A boy. A dead best friends bucket list. You know the rest.

"My name is Harry, nice to meet you mamacita," he looked me up and down before grabbing my hand and shaking it. My arm flopped like a flimsy noodle as he shook my hand quickly and firmly. "The name is Maria. Not mami, not mamacita, not 'yo'," I deadpanned, referring to the names he had called me earlier. I cautiously pulled my hand away from his tattooed one as he smirked before saying, "Got it Mami Maria," before taking his black lip ring between his teeth. +++ A book in which a woman meets a beautiful man, who just so happens to annoy her in the least bit and he just so happens to work at Walmart. Except he doesn't actually work at Walmart... Rather he's an undercover bodyguard, working to protect her from the mafia that's after her family. But what you don't know doesn't hurt you, right? Started on: February 26th, 2017 Completed on: August 5th, 2017 Highest Rank: #543 in Humour, #691 in Fanfiction All rights reserved and protected under the copyright laws.

bedfellow; a person who shares a bed with another in which a sad girl and a troubled boy share a bed, nothing else.