A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY #1 IN HUMOR "SATAN!" Gabby grinned, out of the blue. "Dude, why on earth will you find us a ship name? That too SATAN?" I complained, while Jenny slapped her forehead. * Rebellious, fierce, and outspoken. Samantha Harris is everything you could ask for in a girl. There is nothing stereotypical about her. First benches are not her thing, the last time she topped her exams was years back in her dreams, and she is definitely not a queen-bee. Outcast is what describes her the best. Warning : Do not cuss in front of her. She hates it with a passion. Now meet Trystan Ryder. Suave, charming, narcissistic, flirty - he is everything Samantha hates in a boy. Social rader begins with him. With a smile that can kill a million, he exactly knows how to win hearts. Warning : He cusses a lot. Have you ever wondered what will happen if you are interlocked with a person you just cannot tolerate to do a job? And not just any job, but a babysitting one, to be specific? A lot of chaos, right? That's what happens when Samantha and Trystan are compiled to babysit a three month old. Spending four hours together they do a lot of things - almost burn the owners kitchen, stalk his girlfriends, and lose the baby in WalMart. Wait? Did you expect something more romantic? Well, there is a reason their ship name is SATAN.

(*Now an Amazon Bestselling eBook*) Sera's usually a good girl. (Except for that one wild night in the backseat of a stranger's car!) But what happens when that stranger turns out to be a bad boy- not to mention her new boss? And what happens when he wants more than one night...and won't take 'no' for an answer.

Mary is a brave young girl who sought to help her melancholic mother. ¤¤¤ Regardless of the throes of torment Mary was exposed to, she still believed that there was hope even for a devil.

"Uh..." was all I could say. Being surrounded by five hot guys is probably every girls' dream, but this is a nightmare because... They have flip flappin' guns. ▪▪▪ Uh-oh. Dayana is now in college. But guess what? It's the same college that some old... FRIENDS go to. Despite losing memories and getting a new home, she's still crazy. But no more split-personality. Well, not as crazy as before, though. Just the crazy type that would act as if she's ignorant to every little thing. Xander is not so well. He's still sweet, yes. He's still in CBG, yes. He's still good-looking, yes. But he's not as happy as before. He knows he lost his Crazie without Dayana even knowing she lost her Sweetie. But he's patching up, he's a-okay, as he always says in the morning. Is Dayana still Dayana? Or does Xander have to find his Crazie himself? Of course, their relationship needs to contain the Sweet Kind of Crazy, so let's go find it. Little do they know, some things just aren't meant to be found. ▪▪▪ Book 2 of Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell. Please read the first book if you haven't, thank you! :) Highest ranking: #1 in 'weird' SLOW UPDATES

"It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's just some idiot in spandex." Arabella Jones is your average American teenage girl, she even lives in one if America's most prosperous cities, Empire City, California. She's a sucker for the performing arts and owns two bookcases full of young adult novels. Well maybe she's not so much like your average American teenager. Everything in Arabella's life seems to be finally going perfect, right up until the city's most famous superhero come barging through her widow at two in the morning on a school night. All she used to have to worry about was what part she was going to get in the musical and if the boy she's been crushing on since freshman year likes her back or not. But these worries are nothing compared to her newfound super stalkers. Now it seems that the city's only hope, and her's, is a teenage boy dressed in spandex who still hasn't learned not to wear his underwear on the outside of his clothes.

"Are you crazy?!" He asked me for the zillionth time. "Yes!" I replied, hopping over another trap. "How did I end up having you as a partner?" He muttered under his breath. I giggled, "You better hurry up, rookie, 'cause I can sense hounds coming our way." "Hounds?" Before I could answer, an alarm going off stopped me. I giggled, "Time to die!" ▪▪▪ Dayana (Nope, it's not Diana, it's Dayana),more known as Ana, is your typical crazy bitch. Well, not crazy as in thinking aliens are real. More like the 'oh-there's-a-killer-I-should-go-play-with-him' crazy. Maybe that's why she's in a gang... more specifically the 'ace' of the gang. Xander is that 'cute-boy-next-door' kind of guy. He's super sweet. Most girls swoon for him, others already think their 'together' just because he's sweet to them. Most boys wanna be his friends to be with girls, while others wanna be his friend 'cause of his friendliness. Although our dear Xander here is sweet, he can't help but get in trouble himself. So when you see a girl killing someone with a candy cane (I am so SORRY for all those candy lovers out there), he is forced to join a gang which his father used to be a part of in his youth. Buuuuut, do you guys know who candy cane girl is? You already know so I won't have to tell you. {Highest Rankings- #40 in Humor, #6 in 'weird', #2 in friend-zone}

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

❧♚☙ "Hey! That's my cookies you're stomping on!" My blue eyes meeting his dark blue ones. "What are you gonna do about it?" He taunted, his perfectly luscious lips smirking. "This!" I procedeed to kick him where the sun doesn't shine. ❧♚☙ ❁[HIGHEST RANK: #1 on TeenFiction-31/05/18 and #1 on Jokes - 22/08/20]❁

"Come on babe." Evan insists. "Please? For me?" I look around, considering my options. The party has started to die down, and the small lake further into the woods is pretty concealed. "Fine." I sigh, grinning. "Really?" He smirks. "You'll skinny dip with me?" I pause. "Sure." "Great." He says. "I love you Harper." <><><><> Harper is your typical good girl. Shy, quiet, and reserved. So everybody is surprised when she manages to land a guy like Evan. Prom King, quarterback, ladies man. Evan introduces her to a new world, a world of popularity. And Harper tries to be the best girlfriend she can be. But one night, it all falls apart, and Harper is left in a mortifying situation. Naked. Luckily the River boys are around to save the day. After a few pictures of course.

"Who is she?" Damien asks, pointing at the girl who's smile instantly stood out to him. He hasn't seen her before, but even from afar, her smile was contagious. Maybe it was the way her lips curved upward, or how her eyes brightened in the dullness of the boxing arena. His friend follows the direction of his eyes to the girl sitting across the room, "Coach's daughter?" He asks. Damien nods his head, "That my friend, is the Chapstick girl." ~~~~~~~~~ Amber is just your average girl trying to survive through her junior year of highschool. Well, let's elaborate on that average part, there is just a small little detail that was left out. That she is known as the Chapstick girl. Why? No one hates her, in fact, everyone adores her kind, happy nature. Always willing to put others before herself. Or maybe it was because no matter where she goes, she always has HER chapstick. It defined her. A lot of people bypass the reason why she always has it, but maybe it has a deeper meaning than what other people see. Well, except one person. Damien. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book three in the T.B.B.B (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series. Cover by @_broken_chords