He smirked. "You'll find out what your payment is later, Bells," he said to me. "Don't call me Bells, Turner," I grumble. He laughed at me again. "I think it's fitting. Maybe if I shake you, you'll ring." "The only that I'm gonna wring is your neck," I sneer back. He laughed some more at my (not very) vicious expression. "Wow, Bells, I didn't think you were into that. Kinky." I sputtered at his words, unable to make a good comeback before he walked too far away. "See you later, Bells," he called to me Bella Sweeney, 5'3" of pure unadulterated rage and reflex, made the very bad choice of twisting the arm of her school's resident bad boy, Brennan Turner. Of course, he couldn't just let this slip by unpunished. Bella goes from being hardly noticed to front and center, all because Brennan likes to see her squirm. Caution: there is cussing. In every chapter. They're highschoolers, okay? They cuss.

Once a normal girl just trying to get started in life, Rosalie is thrown into a new realm of magic, fairies, knights, and a royal crown meant for her head. With her newfound title comes responsibilities she never expected, opportunities she only dreamt of, and shadows from her past out to destroy everything she is the same way they destroyed her parents. As she fights to make herself worthy of the position she was born with, will she end up biting more than she can chew? Rewrite/revamp of my first story, Rosalie's Kingdom.

"There's no sane way to say 'oh hey! I'm from a century and a half in the future. No big deal, have fun with World War One!'" "A century and a half?" Vincent repeated. "World War One?!" Nathanael cried. "Exactly!" Jane yelled "And on top of that, you're saying that I'm a fucking witch? It's unbelievable!" Jane Wood, a 'normal' twenty year old woman, was just trying to live her life. The last thing she needs is to get thrown 134 years in the past and find out that she's a witch, but fate is a bitch. In the words of our venerable protagonist: "Fuck." Yes, dear reader, I am aware that the description is terrible. I write stories, not descriptions. Please give it a chance anyway.

"'I'm not a hero.' He remembers this like the echo of every word he's said after. He wasn't a hero, no he was not; however in that moment, he'd have given anything to be one." Stiles Stilinski fanfiction written by WITHEREDHEROISM on tumblr

She isn't crazy. It's just that no one believed her. So she ran away, and on that journey happened to steal a very special, black 67' Chevy Impala. And that, is where it all began. ~Sequel now up!~ ALSO HELLO THIS ISN'T A ROMANCE OKAY PLS NO SHIPPING I'M SORRY FOR DISAPPOINTING I GUESS

This is complete, I will not be updating this soon or ever. no request but feel free to read