Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

What happens when instead of being born, or rather created like everyone else around you, you were different. You looked different, acted different, and even seen things differently. Well in the small town of Thornton it is pretty much how I live. Everyone around me has the same eye color, hair color, same height and same looking parents. No two people are different in any way. A male would look like any other male around them, and a female would look like any other female around them. There was no race, or religion, or making fun of a person for how they looked, everything was just perfect. Well that is until I was born. My name is Kathie Warlord, and my life began fifteen years ago. Some might expect things to be perfect, but my life was far from perfect because I am an imperfection. Since my birth fifteen years ago I knew I was different. My parents knew I was different, and so did everyone as school. I was considered the weird one because I wasn't perfect, but whoever said being perfect was good? Well in the town of Thornton being perfect is all that anyone has known. Yes there was stories about a time when no one was perfect. Where everyone was different, and where everyone had their own stories of life. Everyone's stories were different, but now in the year of 4056 everyone has the same story. Everyone but me, and this is my story of imperfection. The story I live everyday of my life. Yes there is pain in my story, but there is also happiness and not in that romantic kind of stuff you would expect in most stories. No, my happy ending is far from that, and to find out about my happy ending you will just have to continue reading...

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

Payton Swift is back! Follow Payton on her journey from late adolescence to early adulthood, where she continues to find balance between being Taylor Swift's little sister and stepping out from behind that shadow. Of course, there's still drama; you can't be a well-known public figure without it. There's also boy troubles, who knew she would have to pick between two of the most sought after men in the modern world? Payton sure didn't. What does the future hold for Payton? Just read on to find out. (Book 2 of My Life as Taylor Swift's Little Sister)

Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.

Chase Evans may be a notorious playboy, but he’s always known he’d fall hopelessly in love one day. So when he meets Spanish beauty LaCienega [Lah-cie-Ena-ga] Perez and falls head over, he knows for sure she’s what he’s always been waiting for. Except LaCienega is already engaged by the time he meets her and to none other than his childhood best friend Jace Waite who Chase hasn’t seen since high school graduation. Meanwhile, he meets Krislynn Reimer who has a strange attraction for bad boys and imperfection. She's not interested in the pretty boys who are complete jerks like he is. She wants the real bad boys, the ones with addiction problems, family problems, money problems, woman problems, any problems! It’s her favourite hobby to take them home and put a Band-Aid over their hearts and nurse them back to health. Except when they make a full recovery, they always abandon her and always in the cruellest ways. The two utterly can't stand each other so how in the world did Chase end up as Krislynn's boyfriend and how in the world did Krislynn end up as Chase's maid?