Her lips quirk up in a smile, her brown eyes filled with utter amusement. "You are the most annoying, noisiest, sarcastic, craziest maid I ever had." I smirk at her, giving her a sarcastic bow. "Why thank you, Ms. Lovato." She rolls her eyes at me. "I wonder why I never fired you in the first place." "Because I do all your chores and am at your beck and call, plus you love having me around." I say, the smirk widening on my lips. "That, is totally true."

Like every other lovatic, Kayla has a story. Her story, however, isn't a 'I used to self harm, have an eating disorder or want to commit suicide and Demi saved me' story. Her story is different. As she meets Demi at a meet and greet, she thinks she's just another lovatic, getting a picture with Demi and telling her how much she loves her. What happens when she actually catches Demi's attention with her story? Will she still be 'just another lovatic'?

What will happen when 14 year old Emily's family all die in a car crash and she has no one to turn to? She's homeless and alone and she's taking her pain out on herself. Will anyone ever find her and love her like her family did? She only has Demi's songs to keep her strong, until she bumps into her on the street... Warning; may be triggering A Demi Lovato Fanfic

A Demi Lovato fanfic. A mystery girl appears in Demi's flat in London. Troubled and scared, she has noone. Can Demi take her under her wing and show her the way?

If there was one thing Valerie knew how to do it was to run. She ran from her problems more than anything else. One night her abusive boyfriend, Cole, is chasing her through the back alleys of Chicago. She searches for refuge near a hidden cafe and bumps into her role model. After having to explain her story, will Valerie run from her trouble or will she finally learn to stay? (Sorry the explanation is bad, I promise the story is better.) Please read and let me know what you think!

My name is Isabella Lovato-Valderamma. Yeah, it's a mouthful so I usually just go by Izzy... The kids in school have other nicknames for me; Slut, Whore, Fatass, Btich, Emo, Attention-Seeker... it's all true of course. Why would they sugarcoat it? I bleed to feel and I don't eat to be perfect. I can stop anytime i want, and I will... once i'm perfect. You want to know the rest? Read on. I only have one rule... Don't tell mom.