[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

We finally met again, after 5 years. Not at the place of our first meeting, but where we had to deal with each other. Did our feelings change? No one knows. So tell me the truth, Rosé.

"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

(Sequel to Just Your Classic Shy Girl Meets Bad Boy) Mia returns and she is excited to be back. But not everything would be the same. New relationships, drama, ex's come back, and Sam's family is brought up. Will Mia and Sam survive everything that is thrown at them?

Mia Holland lost her parents in car crash so she had to move with her Aunt Sophia. Mia then had to start a new school, worst fact is that the school's bad boy Sam Blake doesn't really like her. Mia will try everything to be friends with Sam and his friends but will they work? (submitted for the 2013 Watty Awards)

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

The sequel to But She's Black