She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.

New and improved version of Hazel Fine Sings Along is now published as a Paperback, and E-book with W by Wattpad Books! As Wattpad reader you can read the original version and find the link to published version inside. ****** [COMPLETE] Lights! Camera! Action! Everyone feels like they're playing a part sometimes. But Hazel Fine has played so many roles, for so many people, she isn't even sure who the real Hazel is anymore...much less whether she still has a chance at achieving any of her dreams. When she lands an improbable audition for the competition show The Sing Along, she knows she has to give the producers what they want, because this is her last shot. If only she could figure out what that was. Of course she's going to sing her heart out, but should she let herself fall for Benji, the "Crowd Favorite," and give them a showmance they won't forget? Can she fend off the advances of the powerful celebrity judge without getting eliminated from the competition? And what about that incredibly grumpy musical producer, Nick, who is always criticizing her? Ok, he calls it "advice" as if he's trying to help. But he's driving Hazel crazy. When the curtain is unexpectedly pulled back on Hazel's past and all the things she has pretended to be begin to spill out into the spotlight, is there any chance the real Hazel Fine can still find what she's looking for?

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

Highest Rankings - #1 in gun, #2 in jealousy, #7 in innocent, #10 in mafia #12 in love --- She cringed as she spotted the bus a good 20 meters away from her, she would have to run in the pelting rain. As she inhaled a breath to hold as she ran, she turned abruptly as she heard a loud groan. Turning to her right she spotted a giant, lumbering figure stumbling towards her. Biting her lip nervously, she threw a glance at the bus, before facing the injured man, it was getting dark so she could not see his features well, the street lamp shining on his back. From what she could see, the giant man was gripping his shoulder, there seemed to be no blood. Going against her better judgement, she watchfully approached him, placing her hands in the air to show that she meant no harm. She surprised herself with this action, she should've left, she should've just gotten on that bus and never looked back, but there was something about him, something that pulled the innocent girl towards the menacing man. A pull she couldn't deny. - Marcello, King of the Mafia, claims a bright, innocent girl, a stark contrast to his dark, tainted self. But you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. She was born to be the Queen. --- Editing - the chapters that have the word 'chapter' on it, haven't been edited.

As soon as you turn sixteen, the Timekeeper is inserted on the inside of your wrist. It's a countdown, showing days, hours, minutes, seconds. Until what, you might ask? Until you meet your soul mate. Candice Smith has only just turned sixteen, and is looking forward to finding her soul mate. But things don't turn out exactly how she thought they would. Find your soul mate, and you should fall in love at first sight right? Wrong. Jase Williams isn't who she pictured as her soul mate, not even close. They are complete opposites, surely there has been a mistake? Between lies, betrayal, and tears, will Candice and Jase end up falling for each other? Or will Candice fall for someone else? (disclaimer: this story is unedited and contains some course language) [ cover by @goodgirlfaiths ]