Reece Bremer goes through life with a scowl and cold personality. Jessica Andrews goes through life with a glowing smile and positive outlook. Reece looks at life with dull, judgmental eyes that make him hate the world and the people living in it. Jessica, well... She looks at life through a camera. Literally. They're polar opposites, and that's what sparks Reece's immediate hate for Jessica the moment they meet. All he sees is a girl with the best life, put in the category of those who get everything handed to them on a silver platter. But who says Jessica's life is like that? Just like a photograph, there's more to the story than what you see. Stumbling across one of Jessica's hidden portfolio might reveal that her happiness isn't all that true. Behind that smile and each picture she takes, holds a thousand words of a very big secret - one that Reece is determined to find out. And who knows? It just might change everything between them. cover by dysanic || 2015 watty's winner for talk of the town ||

"I didn't ask for this, Hero. I didn't ask for any of this." Nora Johannes was poor. That was one way to describe her. She was poor in the means that she lacked everything a normal teenage girl in her town wouldn't: a stable home, a loving family, and friends to gossip the night away with. Nora lacked the norm. Hero, on the other hand, did not. Hero Woods was the norm. He created the trends in Hillcrest Memorial and roamed the halls in confidence: he was also the person who brought all of his five, trustworthy friends together. Nora had enough. Hero had it all. But what if 'enough' was no longer sufficient? What if Hero's 'all' became too much? What if their all was never enough? Achievements: #7 in Heartbreak #5 in Badboy #10 in Trauma

❝You have cute dimples.❞ Seventeen year old Saskia Hayes was more than shocked when she received the news of her acceptance into one of the most prestigious schools in London, where only the richest of the richest went. Growing up in an unhealthy environment with a bumpy past, she had no clue what to expect upon her arrival. She knew the school was for the privileged and not for a cheap girl like herself. With low expectations, she goes head first into the well-known British school of Sommet Academy, a school previously owned by wealthy French men. Will a sarcastic, underprivileged girl like herself make it through the hurricane of beneficial class? Achievements: (#1 in Scholarship) (#10 in Teenfiction) (#4 in RichKids)

bal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #2 in Humor What happens when you're walking down the street, with one of the best coffees in hand, turn around for one second... Then the next thing you know, the world is spinning and you've landed in the arms of one of the most gorgeous organisms of the male species. With the best coffee, you've ever had, spilt on his grey v-neck? Or maybe when you're drunk off your head, can't walk in a straight line with a heel that is broken and your makeup smudged with a bottle of beer in your hand... Then the next thing you know the world is spinning and that same gorgeous organism has you in his arms with the strong smell of your beer on his leather jacket? When it comes to Ryan Einstein, Alexis Harrington needs a little help. Especially when her only instinct is to say..."Shit! I'm sorry!" © All Rights Reserved 2018 Camerybear

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

(BOOK ONE) Highest rank so far #2 in teen fiction This story has been completed but I unpublished chapters because I'm rewriting it Alison Kane. Broken. Lost. Alone. Alison was your typical teenager, except she held secrets that most people could never carry. She knew pain that was greater than any "normal" person could ever endure. No one took the time to notice her. All she wanted to was to be loved. And finally someone noticed her, but to her luck, it was the person she wanted least. Aiden Parker. The name that changed my life. For better or for worse? I still haven't figured that out, but do please listen to my story. My story of how The Bad Boy Broke Me. How he broke me, but also how he saved me. A twisted way of doing so I guess but you'd have to read our story to understand what I mean. Book 2• Finding Love✔️ Book 3• Following In The Bad Boys Footsteps here are some of my (many) fav comments from my readers. JaydaSaylan3~ Im legit sobbing my sisters saying that I'm sobbing over a story that's not even real. rmilyo107~ Im frickin crying, this should be a goddamn movie. VaneEscorcia7 ~ This is the saddest thing I've ever read yo? Ashnavarsani~ I can not believe this story made me cry like this is the first I have ever frickin cried like this. thislilrussiangirl~ I started crying, then I sneeze-farted and half-pissed myself in the middle of class. THIS IS ALL YOUR FUALT AUTHOR Jelena4ever123~ U have to do a sequel I can't live like this. truehope124~ Omfg sequel please inspirationaljunkXD~ PLSSS MAKE A SEQUEL

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

❝ Neena Eellante ❞ - The last two words written by a girl with ratty blonde hair and tear stained, blue eyes. Words scratched fiercely into the spine of a leather book that held the story of a now, dead girl. - | a spin off of the character Neena Eelante from the novel, "How To Punch Soren McKinin." Not needed to be read prior |