Castell High's Hell-Raiser Crew has it all. They're high enough on the social ladder to see Justin Lova's tighty whities waving at them ever since freshman orientation. They're probably attractive enough to model if the whole high school thing didn't work out. But most importantly, they've got a friendship tighter than Mrs. Brandt's butt after botox. So what could possibly persuade them to leave the comforts of the best table in the cafeteria to chase after douchebag boys in a harebrained revenge scheme, all in the name of heartbroken girls? Their answer? Blame Addie. After a particularly enlightening Sunday with her businessman-turned-saint father, Addie has an epiphany. Between the six members of their group, they had racked up enough bad karma to pass a severe case of Athlete's Foot down to the next three generations of their offspring. So how exactly do they fix said bad karma? Enter the Even Steven Operation. Their motto? "When life slaps you in the ass, you pull an Alec Grey, wink, and say 'what time?'" It sounds like a great plan. Getting to ruin lives and the promise of a hilariously dramatic year, all while doing their good deed of the day. They were built for this kind of stuff. How could Castell High's very own delinquents screw up a simple prank war, right? Dead wrong. WARNING: SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AHEAD

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

"Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale." -Peter S. Beagle Cover credit to @Silver_Chick

[UNEDITED STORY] "If you're like me, then when you fall...you fall hard, and its almost impossible to get back up." I admitted shamefully, refusing to meet his beautiful eyes. "Maybe the problem isn't about falling Lyla," he says softly, and his long fingers tilted my head upwards. My eyes met his intensely. "Its about who catches you when you fall." He declares... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Lyla Denver was known to be a 'Lightweight' to everyone she knows. Her presence never mattered, her influence to others were basically nonexistent. So, she stayed alone, in her comfort zone. All she had was herself and her countless set of painted art, which she sold to an art gallery in New York anonymously. That changed when Kyle Andrews, the heir to that particular art gallery found out her identity, packed his bags and barreled into her life, carrying way more than just 'lightweight' with him. All Rights Reserved. ©Copyright 2018

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"This is not a romance. But it is a love story." It's like this: Chance Piers' beloved niece, Chassi, is the main thing keeping his family together- they've promised to stay together for as long as she lives. But when a trip to the ER sends social services to their door demanding their niece, the Piers are given an ultimatum. They can find Chassi's mother, the boys' runaway sister, or they can give her away and chase their dreams. In all of his sixteen years of life, Chance's brothers have taught him to persevere no matter the circumstances, but life has changed tactics: instead of trying to beat them down, it's trying to break them apart.