Hello there. My name is Melissa Jamison. To many, I'm just another fan. But actually I'm not, I was there when it happened. What happened? You may ask. Well, the death of Harry Styles. The name must ring a bell. He was in the number one boy band all over the world. His death was an accident. It was unexpected. I started out as a fan, but now I was one of the few people at his funeral. That's where I'm writing this now actually. He seems so peaceful, in a black tuxedo. The first time I thought I would see him in a tuxedo in real life would be our wedding day. But, it's too late for that. The band is having a hard time. They may even split. 72 girls have committed suicide over his death. I would've been number 73 but I was caught just in time. I was saved by none other than Louis Tomlinson. He hasn't spoken since the funeral started. But when he was called to help lower Harry's casket into the ground he burst into tears. Poor guy. The others are here as well. Perrie and Zayn split after his death. Louis and Eleanor are still going strong. Liam still has no girlfriend, but he seems to be holding up the best out of all of us. Niall. Poor Niall. He hasn't spoken since the incident. He won't even look anybody in the eyes. He feels like its his fault, that it should've been him instead of Harry. The service is beginning. I must go.

Anna Byrd has lived in Los Angeles for almost seven years. Now, her senior year, she is moving across the country to go to a private school in Miami. The only problem? It's a private school for boys. But Anna can make it work. After all, living with seven guys in one house with almost no adult supervision, how hard can it be?

❝I- what? What are you talking about? Who is this?❞ ❝Well the bathroom stall says that this number is the gateway to a good time, and unless you're trying to say that a bathroom stall is lying to me, I think I need a little more information to be sold. Do you have like a yelp page I could look up? Past customer reviews? How many stars out of five?❞ ❝What are yo- oh my god, I'm going to fucking kill Marie.❞ (alternatively called: a lot of people shit with pens) written in dialogue // cover by xhemmingshugsx

{INCOMPLETE} Olivia, a 17-year-old girl has been living with her father her whole life. They never had any major ups or downs but her father's decision to remarry will change her life forever. His new marriage will bring some problems, seven to be exact. |~ I sighed and nodded "You said "sons". How many are there?" I asked but I could have never guessed the answer "seven" he said. That very moment cold sweat started running down my forehead but all I said was "OK". I turned my head at the window. He started the car. There was no turning back! ~|

Nerdy in appearance including big black glasses? Check. Top of the class? Check. Bullied? Check. Eilsa Summers is all of these things, yet it doesn't phase her. Having lived with it through her high school years, she no longer cares about the bullying or taunting because of her appearance and grades. Instead she just brushes it off. When school finally ends for the summer, Eilsa is hoping to have a relaxing couple of months before having to go back and she believes her wish has come true when she is informed on the last day that her parents are going away for their long awaited honeymoon, but she is soon told she has to stay with a family friend. When she arrives she finds it to get even worse when she is told that the family friend actually has to go as well and she will be left under the care of his six sons. Relaxing holiday? She thinks not. Time to herself? Once again no. Six hot guys with nothing to do? Well there is a bit of an upside there.

I never wanted any of this to happen. My only purpose was getting a degree on phycology and teaching. Those were the only things on my mind at the moment I arrived to England. I never meant to met him. Or letting him get under my skin with those blue eyes and black hair and mysterious bad boy attitude. Yeah, the things didn't go as I planned at all. I was supposed to change. I left because I couldn't let myself be this Emery anymore. I've hurt enough people already. I've changed, I was another Emery. But he screwed that up. He ruined that. The worst thing was that I saw it coming. Even at the moment I saw him, but I lied to myself telling me I got it all under control. It was the first of the lies. All those fucking beautiful lies. _______________________________ Ok. English isn't my first language, I'm Latin American; so sorry if there is a mistake. Hope you like the story.

"Hey Blondie! What the hell are you doing?" I hear a voice behind me. I spare a glance to the person, and then balance myself on the ladder. "Can't you see, I am covering this class in toilet paper? I soo don't want to take the chemistry test." I continue my work. I am sure if Mr Thomas caught me, I would be Dead. "Are you Crazy?" "You will thank me later." ----------------------- Tempestuous: characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion. Vivian Jackson is pretty much a normal girl, if you ignore the trouble she makes. From blasting color bombs in the corridor to spray painting donuts on the principals door, you name it, she has done it. Sebastian Willson has spent one third of his life in detention, the other third of it in bunking classes and the last in the basket ball court. So when he sees Vivian wrecking his chemistry classroom, he is surprised. Because for the first time has he seen a girl being so bold and blunt. When these two meet sparks fly along with some knifes, toilet paper, water guns and cupcakes. Will these two be too opposite to attract, or a match made in hell? Come and join to see what happens in when a strong willed guy and a Tempestuous girl come together. Cover by the beautiful just_yasmin WARNING: CONTAINS EATING DISORDERS, ABUSE, AND HARASSMENT. IF YOU FEEL TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE, PLEASE READ ON UR OWN RISK #31 in Humor #43 in Teen Fiction

The day before her wedding, Destiny Jones decided to write a letter to her ex. The one that got away. Would writing about her past change her future? Or would she accept what was and move on?