Tris is the princess of the Divergent Kingdom. What happens when she is forced to have her own selection? Will she find true love? Will it be a total bust? How much drama can there be with 15 guys in the palace all wanting attention from one girl? All rights reserved to Kiera Cass and Veronica Roth.

Tris and Tobias could've very well made the biggest mistake of their lives. Or is it a miracle? In a world where the factions did not fail and divergents are still dangerous, how will Tris and Tobias manage? PG-13 FOR BRIEF SENSUALITY AND MATURE THEMES I do NOT own these characters. These characters belong to Veronica Roth. However, all of the ideas in this story are mine. (In regards to original characters) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright©jessb1447 "You may not copy, quote, or reproduce this story in any shape or form without permission. In other words, copy my story, and I'll fight you."

The Prior and Eaton Kingdoms have been at war since the start of time. To ensure safety for his people and his family, King Andrew has decided that his daughter be married off to a suitor of his choosing at the Royal Prior Ball. Princess Beatrice is unhappy with his decision but what will happen when she meets the son of her family's biggest enemy at the ball? Will she act like generations before her have done or will she choose to do something different? All rights go to Veronica Roth and Shakespeare...

It was the first thing he saw when his eyes opened for the first time. The glistening, golden glow shining in his eyes ... how he should die for it. He was brought up by it, lived by it, swore by it. It was the first thing she learned about when she was old enough to comprehend. The coronet filled of evil and worn by those equally as despicable ... how she should resent it. She dreaded it, despised it, hated it. And then he saw her, and he vowed to abandon it, whilst she promised to serve it. The Crown, the diadem of destruction.