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The Book Party Awards 2016 Summer Edition You may not win the Wattys or whatever tight competition out there due to being Undiscovered, but you'll surely be able to get an honorable award here!

They tried to warn her. All he was going to do was break her heart. Well, then let him break it. *** High school. The dreaded part of our lives where you had to figure out your life, deal with a boat load of feelings, and try not to break down. It wasn't fair, but then again, life wasn't fair. Some school's had a specific tradition- sports, academics, or clubs. Well, Jaylee and Luke's school had a very... unique tradition; who could be the top heartbreaker. Every year, there was a boy and girl heartbreaker, battling for the top. There was only one difference between the other generations and Luke and Jaylee's. The Heartbreaker's Game. The game was simple. Whoever broke the other's heart first was the winner, and the other would be the school's loser. All they had to do was try to not fall for each other, and they both knew that would be highly impossible. Or so they thought. With fights, friends, secrets, and love, who will make it out on top? Who will truly claim the title of top heartbreaker? There is one thing to remember: Never fall for The Heartbreakers. *Latest version edited & completed on March 24, 2017* | HIGHEST RANK: #1 in heartbreakers on 07.06.23 #83 in Romance on 03.02.19 #278 in Chicklit on 04.09.18 | © All rights reserved.

a collection of short stories that are all connected -A Book Party Awards Bronze Medalist-

If the chance to change you into someone more attractive came knocking on your door, would you accept it? _______________ Amber Corinne Evans has been living in a world where everyone is insecure about their beauty-the society we live in now. However, there is the Inner City and the Outer City-and the Inner City's houses float over a giant gaping hole called The Black Hole. Edit is their escape. It gives them a façade, one that can hide them from their "ugly" selves, from the judging people of the world. But when Amber falls into The Black Hole, she finds out all of Edit's secrets...and not all of them are pleasant. Beautiful cover by @ExpeliamusMuggle

A story (playwright script) about a six-teen year old, who is struggling to make new friends in a new school at Romeoville, Illinois.

Dallas Fenery has been the type of guy to see the world differently. Never had he experienced something called true happiness. But noone who who looked at him could say he was sad. But the world gets to see what goes through his head when he meets Bethany Forges a girl who's a bit of fire and the veil of her life that covers it. With this, the world will see a type of love that it's never seen before.

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In the morning a few hours after Evelyn and her girlfriend, Kaylee, left for Paris, Evelyn's parents, brother, best friend, and ex-boyfriend found letters for each and every one of them explaining why she's in love with a girl. • completed • inspired by the song Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko • Bronze prize for TBPA2016 Summer Edition by The Book Party

When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye, You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry, You float like a feather, In a beautiful world, I wish I was special, You're so f*cking special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. Creep by Radiohead Beautiful cover by: SurroundedByThorns

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Anna has always been afraid of the monster under her bed. She never goes to bed late at night, and she NEVER leaves the bed once she's in it. Her parents always try to encourage her to stay up, but Anna never gives in. In the morning, she always jumps off her bed, scared that the monster will grab her foot, and drag her under. She knows it's there. She hasn't told anyone, and she hasn't ever dared to look under the bed. Not even a peek. One night, she hears a voice...from beneath the bed... The eccentric creator of this story, ZestyWordsmith

I wiped my eyes before gazing at him again. "How are you so sure of us? I thought you avoided this-- avoided love." "I did avoid it. But you make it so damn hard. I'm not saying the ride will be easy for us, love," His boyish grin played on his lips, and my heart melted in my chest. His fingers brushed against my cheek as he leaned closer to me, whispering, "But I promise it will be worth it." °•○•° Brooke Anderson was the star softball player of Alabama. Everywhere she went, people knew her as the "slugger" or "MVP" of girl's softball. Her life had been going amazingly well, until someone showed up and turned her world upside down. Nate Jackson was an international heartthrob. He had it all. The award winning smile, the amazingly attractive looks, the perfect body, and the voice of an angel. Every girl loved him-- except for Brooke, that is. He believed love was useless and had no meaning. She believed everything was possible with love. Can Brooke and Nate see past their differences and become friends, and maybe even spark into something more, or will they always stay the same? Can Brooke change Nate's perspective on love? |HIGHEST RANK: #573 in Chicklit on 2/22/18| © All rights reserved.

Peering down the alley, I wondered if it would be smart to take. I mean it was eleven o'clock at night, anything could happen. My house was definitely a block away from the other side of the alley instead of five miles around. I usually took it, but it's way darker than what it usually is. Deciding to run the mile down, I took off through. Almost expecting it to turn out this way. Someone had caught me, and thrown me to a wall. A gasp escaped my lips as I desperately tried to sit up while holding the back of my head. "What a tasty snack. Do I have the privilege of knowing my victim's name?" The guy asked me. ~|~The Rest of this you can ignore~|~ Other information: REVISED COMING SOON- Date may never happen STARTED: July 10, 2016. 5:30pm (Eastern time) ENDED: July 10, 2016 10:00pm (Eastern time) Cover by: an Army Geek (me)

[BEING REVISED: SLOW UPDATES] Violet Mayre is about as far from normal as you can get and still be a human, seventeen-year-old girl. She hates romance, she hates sappiness, she hates horses and chocolate and glitter, and almost everything else. Actually, she hates almost everyone else, too. For the most part during the summer, she sits and does nothing but listen to obscure folk bands and read books written by people no one knows about. After all--she hates sunburns and swimsuits. She hates going to the mall. Those things are for normal people. So when her older sister enlists a boy to befriend Violet in a last-ditch attempt to get her out of the house, all hell breaks loose. Suddenly, there is a normal boy trying to get her to leave her room and do normal things, and it's all due to a traitorous decision made by her older sister! Will Violet succeed in chasing this boy away? Or will he succeed in getting her out of her shell? • | EXCERPT | • "I didn't know you could be civil. Here's a reward for your good behavior." And I kid you not, he pulled out his wallet and gave me a gold star. "Congrats," he said, grinning teasingly. "You cheeky bast--" "--there are children present." I could have died of spontaneous combustion, so great was the pressure that built up behind my lips. I wanted to say several things, but he wouldn't let me get away with it. "Here's your tea, miss. And yours." The waitress was back, putting our drinks down. I noticed immediately that Jasper had tea just as I did. "Thanks," I said. "Do you two know what you want?" "I'll take the harvest time meat platter. Wren?" I pretended to study the menu. "Something sweet," I said at last. "To contrast all of the salt in this goat's system." [Disclaimer: Not a bad boy story AT ALL.] Gorgeous cover by @candeliers :D

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Haley White and Taylor Cooper have been best friends since they were only 5-years-old. The two live in New York City, and walk to each other's houses every day. That is, they used to. Until Taylor's family moves away in the middle of the school year. Now, with Taylor living in Florida, over 1,000 miles away from her best friend, letters are what keeps them connected. Taylor doesn't have a cell phone, and Haley's house doesn't have a land line... making it seem as if the universe wants them to write to one another. The girls write notes back and forth for a while, but it starts to feel like Haley's letters are taking longer and longer each time. Almost to the point where there's no sense for Taylor to write to her. What has popularity done to Haley, and moving done to Taylor? And what does it mean for their friendship? The middle schoolers must attempt to pick up the pieces of a shattered friendship and glue it back together if they want the letters to continue. But do they? (Note: this book is completely unedited)

"What's your name?" He tries again. Should I tell him so he can shut up? Or will he just keep talking. "Fine. Don't tell me. But personally I think we are going to be great friends. Maybe I should tell you a bit about myself so you can trust me. Stranger danger and all that. That's why you're not talking to me right?" I don't respond. "So here it goes. My name is Alexander Daniel Woods. I have amazing black hair and piercing green eyes as told to me by various ladies. My major is in marketing. My blood type is O positive, my social security number is 45-" "Oh my god, do you ever shut up?" I finally break. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sometimes when you least expect it, you find the one person you never knew you needed. Even if they annoy you at first. When senior college student Amelia gets paired with Alex for an English assignment, she thinks she'll never survive class with his overly cocky attitude. Little do they know, both will be leaning on each other when their respective pasts come back to haunt them. ______________________________________ Notes: Completed *Highest rank : #8 in Chicklit *Featured on on Chicklits "What's hot" list *Cover made by @Silver-masked-devil

Most people -- if they invented a story-creating computer program -- would stop at nothing to make it work somehow. If twenty-five year old Charlotte Lang wasn't so held back by her past and her tedious job as a computer animation artist, she'd probably do that, too. But after years of being overwhelmed by guilt as a result of something that happened to her beloved sister, she has lost the will to fight for her invention. Charlotte's half-hearted attempts to get her story-building program to work have been less-than-successful for the last seven years. When she gives the main character on her latest attempt a fatal flaw, she doesn't expect it to make a difference one way or the other. It probably won't work anyway, right? Unfortunately for this flawed character, the program does work. Paris Verloren, a mechanic in a dirty, gray-skied city doesn't belong in the white side of town or the black. He has some problems of his own. Aside from his inability to love-thanks to Charlotte Lang-he doesn't relate with his elder half-brother, the business at his mechanic shop is slow, life is hard, and there's a girl who has attached herself to him. Femi, a colorless, mute painter whose name means "love me", has nothing if not her painting, and no one to speak of who cares about her. When Paris comes upon the scene of her painting an alley, she seizes the opportunity to love someone. With Paris' inability to love, and Femi's clear need for love in her lonely existence, what will become of the two? Will their creator, Charlotte Lang, do anything to counteract the impending misfortune written in the form of fact? #678 General Fiction 3/30/16 ©2015 Alyssa Tidmore All rights reserved