Follow the Life of Zarianna, As she goes through the Trials of Tribulations of her Teenage Years. The claps, cheers, and the hugs and tears. The Power of Confidence The Strength of Intelligence Head held high With a walk of elegance Don't matter what you wear It has nothing to do with appeal Just be you No matter how they feel Confidence is like super powers You can't see it But you know it's there Doesn't matter how you do your hair Or if they stare You have super powers And I hope you know it's there - Wrote By me :)

"And this is my twin sister, Brielle." Brielle is Prince Ben's twin sister and the Princess of Auradon. She is confident, attentive, clever, and cunning. She can be sweet but psycho or even a thief if need be. So what happens when 4 VKs come to Auradon? Rankings- #3 in DISNEY (9/16/24) #1 in DESCENDANTS3 (11/20/24)

in·se·cure ˌinsəˈkyo͝or/ adjective 
(of a person) not confident or assured; uncertain and anxious. Yazmine Carter wasn't always the person she is today. But her last relationship destroyed any self-confidence she ever had. Determined to leave her ex behind, she goes off to college, dragging along her best friend Amari. Ironically, it is Amari who brings out all Yazmine's insecurities, one by one, forcing her to rediscover who she really is. Devonte Taylor isn't looking for anything. In fact, he's still trying to let go of a past relationship, in more ways than one. Then he finds Yazmine, a girl with no idea of just how special she could be. Fate keeps bringing them together, but will Yazmine's insecurities push him away? [Completed]

C O M P L E T E D || Highest Rank; #4 in Funny || || Highest Rank; #6 in Boys || ⇎𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓙 𝓕𝓸𝔁⇎ ♢♢♢ "Look, " Avery began as the others glared at me, "we will never be siblings. You will never be our sister and we'll never be your brothers. Got it?" I rolled my eyes, "Stop being so dramatic." "Why can't you understand? You'll never be our sister and that's final!" West told me directly, glaring in my direction. "Why are you guys so stubborn? I just want your trust!" I told them, my anger rising. "I-if you don't want me to be your sister, fine, I don't care." Oh, but that isn't true. I will break all their walls, one by one. ♢♢♢ Meet 16 years old, Norah Mayfair. She's a quiet, beautiful, shy individual and is the most innocent girl you'll ever meet. She gets amazing grades and has awesome friends. Her dad is her hero, her soul, her everything. She has never argued with her dad before, and you can say she's the perfect human being. Until her dad marries a new woman. That's right, Norah doesn't have a mom. She got arrested for killing someone that was closest to Norah. Norah absolutely hates her mom, she despised her to the point she wants to strangle her. One day, she saw her cheating on her dad. Her dad, William Mayfair, married a woman who Norah has yet to meet. What Norah didn't know is that she has six sons. Let's just say that they're not the most delightful people on the earth. She tries to communicate with them, but they're not having it. Those six sons of her soon to be a new mom, are absolute delinquents. They smoke, do drugs, play with all the girls in their high school, have been to juvie, and lot's more. Will Norah be able to break their walls?

Growing up with an average family sounds good. It sounds as if it comes with minimal problems. Yes., but growing up black with an average family, in a white neighborhood comes with many struggles. Being raised in Capitol Hill Washington DC is decent. It's quiet and nice. Plus, you get access to things which people outside of Hills don't. 18-year-old Rue Jackson still gets a lot of dirty looks from others because of her skin color. When she finds a flyer at the store for a spot on a dance team at The Art Institutes, she hopes her skin color can be put aside and her skills can be noticed.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven." I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago? "Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.