Sequal to QoaQR: Nobody said love was easy...then again no one mentioned the mind games, precocious kids, homicidal inventions, therapy, or as much stalking as is going on. I feel woefully misinformed...

It should have been the best summer ever: a six week tour with my choir through six major cities in Europe. Sounds amazing, right? I thought so too, until I remembered who was going with me: Kurt Matthews, my obnoxious, infuriating nemesis. Oh joy.

It wasn't Marina's idea to be the mate of a sexy, but irritating vampire. With their endless arguing, other vampires wanting her dead, and of course, school, Marina's senior year should be interesting.

The adventures of the cat Missy and her friend Ginger. Written by my Grandfather - I have published it in memory of him.

A tale about a girl, a boy and their happily ever after. -Removed-

COMPLETE! His name was Patrick Fitzpatrick, but he pulverized anyone who dared to call him that. He was an enigma, a mystery. Nobody knew anything completely true about him other than that he hated his name. But hey, I’d always liked solving mysteries.

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.

Xavier is an English Lord, a soon to be Duke in fact. Since birth, he's never been denied a thing. Then he meets Liz, a cynic determined to forge her own path. In a school of rich preps, she's the only one who hates him and she's the only one he wants.

After the death of the grumpy old man next door, Jane begins to question the mysterious behavior of her new neighbor Alex. After being questioned by strange men, she finds herself on the run with Alex, and the new target in a war far beyond her control.

All the mistletoe in the house is disappearing, and she is dead sure that he has something to do with it.

He said: you were the only person who ever showed me life could be worth living. That there was more to it than misery and suffrage. drugs,violence,sex

It's funny how the smallest things turn your life around. But nothing—especially people—is ever what you expect. -Oneshot-

Stalkers. Schizophrenia.. It's the nighttime, baby, don't let go of my love. Oneshot.

So yeah, I was dared to, you know, freak the cute stranger out, run my fingers all over his chest and whatnot [I drew the line at licking his face]. I never thought I'd see him again, and I never expected that he had a dare to fulfill as well...

Book Six and the final installment in this particular series. This story follows Simon as he searches for his sister and attempts to get rid of his mother once and for all.

The dare was simple, kiss a stranger, someone she would never see again. He had on another school's jacket! So why is he now at her school? She doesn't need this!

Real life isn't a cliché. The guy of your dreams hates your guts and no he isn't secretly in love with you. No hot guy will come along to you save from this nightmare you call life let alone sweep you off your feet. So just what can you do? DISCONTINUED.

OneShot: “No! God, why can’t anyone understand that Noah does not and will not ever like me in a romantic fashion!” I shouted. Funny how life works out.

So maybe the fangs should’ve clued her in that he was definitely not your average guy. She didn’t know any better. She just thought he was just a really good dancer. OneShot.

a compilation of poetic fragments that have been in my journal for far too long.

It was probably a love of lines that drew her to him. The way his body connected, wrist to neck, hip through shoulder, encased him slim patterns that were mathematical when he sat and near alien when he moved.

Let's not all be the same.

She's a hopeless romantic that is terrified of falling in love. Quirky? You have no idea... He's misunderstood purposely so and has a past. A dark one. So...what happens when their small town matchmaker decides they're destined for each other?

Eleven reasons why I am not an insomniac...And one reason on why I am.

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maybe we don’t mesh well together, but at night when we’re both naked, sweaty, and searching for breath, i swear we become one.

you called me tainted, but i wouldn’t say that i’m too bitter.

If anyone can correctly name the number of cliches in this story, I'll give you...a surprise. (This is just your good ol' regular high school...except...)

Trying to live life in a fairytale... Hiding from the outside world.

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOUR NAME IS JULIE OR ANYTHING THAT SOUNDS LIKE JULIE! As for everyone else, this is what I write when I'm mad at somebody...

A collage of advice from parents, friends, teachers, enemies, birds and rabbits that I butchered, sifted and strung together. Complete and utter Randomness