A game of Seven Minutes in Heaven turned into my personal Hell. I didn't know the first boy I'd kiss, I'd kill. But I couldn't help it. The feeling, the power it gave me as I drained the life from his body was amazing. But when he dropped to a heap on the floor in front of me, his eyes open and unseeing, I screamed. Because one look, you're mine. One touch, I've got you under my spell. One kiss... You're dead.

"I have a proposition," He began. I gestured with my hand for him to continue. "You will sneak into the prince's ball to retrieve the diamond slipper-" "Why a slipper?" I said, interrupting his speech. Will glared at me. I held my hands up in surrender and let him finish. He cleared his throat. "That is for us to know and you to not find out." He stated simply. "Anyways, we will fix you up like a princess so you can meet the prince. After you dance with him, which is required for all girls who attend the costume ball, we will cause a distraction. In that time, you are going to follow our directions and obtain the slipper." I leaned back on my chair. "What's in it for me?" He threw me a sly look. "You will be granted ten thousand dollars for your services.." I took a moment to think about it. After a minute of silence, Will pushed himself forwards. "So what do you say, Storm? Want to become Cinderella for a day?" *** Highest ranking: #269 in Teen Fiction

All hell breaks loose when Audrey Lancaster's ex-boyfriend comes from the other side of the earth to haunt her with their cringe-worthy eighth grade relationship memories and ultimately tries to win her back, despite her super hot soccer-star boyfriend who is ready to fight for her 24/7. ▪▪▪ Part of The Purpose universe. Can be read as a standalone without the other books in the universe. [ Teen Fiction #186 ]

Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

" he broke up with his supposedly true love, her. she can't seem to do anything but write. " 「 watty award winner 2015 / #1 in short story 」 copyright © 2015 by 13-year-old layla all rights reserved.

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing