Danielle Martin isn't a typical girl in high school. She doesn't wear tight clothes or pounds of makeup, she isn't popular and isn't really a big fan of all the attention. Books and Netflix are her Friday nights, staying home and eating sweets and junk. She's small and vulnerable, shy because she doesn't have the life everyone thinks she does. But that all changes... Now, Blake Daniels is a stereotypical high school guy. Captain of the football team, unbearably attractive, and one of the most popular guys to walk the school. To anyone else, his life is amazing. But to him, it sucks. Family issues and lost battles leave him weak and vulnerable to the ones who want to break him more. But that also all changes... Will their newfound love save them from the struggles they face? Can they survive with all the drama and rumors being thrown at them? It all comes down to one thing in the end. Can they make it together?

The story of Harry and Frances continue, this time beginning a new journey that would determine the rest of their story together. (The third book of The Flight series)

When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.

The story of a road trip where Frances and Harry reconnect after eight months of the flight they shared together. (Sequel of The Flight series) Highest rank: #22 in FanFiction

"Who made you be this way?" he asked curiously as he focused on me intensely. I scoffed, "The devil in disguise did. He burned me in hell." "Is he the reason for those scars on your arms and wrists too?" his voice came out so low, which caused me to pull the sleeves of my sweater further down. "He was. Besides, those are not scars, they are battle wounds." I sucked a deep breath in. "A battle with whom?" his eyes were filled with concern and I had to avert my gaze from his to the glass of water in front of me. "Myself." - Imagine falling so deep in love that you eventually lose yourself. Imagine falling so deep that you're scared you might never be able to forget him and all the pain, heartache and sadness he put you through. Imagine falling so deep that you find yourself crying your heart and lungs out on the cold bathroom floor in the middle of the night just hopelessly screaming and begging to get over him. highest rank: #30 in Teen Fiction [02/19/2017] Sequel: TIME WILL TELL ♡