When seventeen-year-old Lydia Good ends up getting drunk at a party and performs the biggest prank of her lifetime, her parents aren't too happy. With the Mayor threatening to press charges and refusing to take her fathers offer, her parents decide the best thing for Lydia to do is give back to the town and show everyone that she’s as good as her last name implies. Volunteering to answer calls for the Suicide Hotline is depressing in itself. If she’s not getting calls about people threatening to jump off buildings, or wanting to talk about their multiple problems, then it’s immature boys prank calling for kicks and giggles. When one night a call comes in from a guy saying he’s thinking about ending his life, Lydia doesn't know if it’s a joke or not. But when the boy calls back every single night at the same time, Lydia spends hours upon hours trying to decipher the guy behind the call. Because what’s worse than falling for a guy you don’t even know? Falling for a guy too lost to even love you back.

In which survival is put through the ultimate test. It is said that the supernatural world was like a thin sheet of glass - for it was far too harmonic; far too fragile for those to wreak havoc upon. Albeit, there was a hybrid that could shatter it with the touch of her finger, with the air of her presence. She was a crack in that glass, threatening to welcome all darkness that crawled from the grim abyss. She didn't ask for this. She didn't ask to be indomitable. She didn't ask to be perfect. And she certainly didn't ask to be hidden for her life sake. But yet she was, being a werewolf-angel, after all. Despite the many odds that are against her, she strives with a strong and unwavering spirit to survive in a world devoid of love. With a secret past, her life remains a true mystery to others. But this was all going to change. Meet Charlotte Taken, and this is her story. (Cover by 17Serenity) (Trailer by niamh1864)

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get him somewhere. Welcome to my life. Special Thanks to: Augustus Waters Hazel Grace Lancaster Peter Van Houten And of course... Our beloved John Green, an amazing author who can bring characters and plots to life and who made this story possible. A/N ~~ There will be the use of one direct quote from TFIOS for AIA. Details in this story were inspired by the book. I do not claim ownership of them. All credits go to John Green. All rights reserved.

Abby Elliott and Van Taylor have been close for years. Close in friendship, close to killing each other when they disagree, and they even live across the street from each other. But one affair, a drunken kiss, and not to mention their whole group of friends that's been together for years, could really change things....