g'night psycho, I thought to myself. There was a split second where I wondered who I was talking to, the invisible boy spooning me from behind...or me..the girl who somehow managed to summon him back from the darkest corners of dream world.

The first time I had kicked in the womb it had been when Max, a baby himself, had placed his hand against my mother's stomach. It had been the first, but certainly not the last, time I'd kicked him, and now suddenly he wasn't interested in a fight? Weird. **Removed and now available on Amazon and Smashwords!**

REMOVED ..."On a scale of 10 to 10, how hot do I look right now?" he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. I tried not to gag - or jump his bones - as I said sweetly, "Is get the hell away from me before I punch you in the kidneys a choice?"

Seb was mortal, married in the human world. My boyfriend ran away with a pink eyed loon. And then he came into town, Lucian Boom. He fell from the sky, cursing my name and calling me a red haired midget spy. I hated him and was positive he hated me too.

Kristen's about to marry her lifelong best friend and she's got some pre-wedding jitters. So who does she call to help her out?

Oneshot. Because even after harboring two years of unrequited feelings for your best friend, there is always hope.

A werewolf prince searching for his mate finally finds her in an abused traumatised human, but she's not all she seems. When their worlds collide will they manage to find the love of a hundred lifetimes or will her differences and his duty keep them apart

All Liv wants to do is work her shifts at the campus library in peace. But no, Smart-Ass Sawyer has to show up, with his rude comments and his stalkerish persistence! And why, oh why, does Liv have butterflies in her stomach? One-shot.

This is the great and fearful task. /A collection of the one-pagers that matter/

So his friends abandoned him with this crazy-amazing girl and he was utterly defenseless. Those monsters! Oneshot.

ONE-SHOT He's doing it again: that thing where he sighs and runs his hand through his hair like I'm wasting his time. But I'm sick of being left behind and I hate that stupid girl from the year below.

It was like rubbing salt into an open wound. For the second time today spite tempted me, and God, I was sorely tempted. I met Danny’s eyes. “Even though I want to, I wouldn’t,” I said, standing up. “I do have morals.”

Maybe it was because she had promised herself she would never be that girl. You know. The one that falls irrevocably in love with her best friend. One-shot

The first time you have sex, you understand one thing: It's not beautiful. The first time you fall in love, you understand one thing: You can't understand it.

They had an awkward relationship, but they loved it just the same. Except she was afraid to admit it for fear he'd walk away. Oneshot

She's the sarcastic bitchy girl. He's the panty-dropping manwhore. The only rule of the game: Don't fall in love. Who ever falls first, loses. COMPLETE. REMOVED.

One-shot. Songfic of the song Kiss You Goodnight by Meg & Dia. "He heaves a huge sigh, and it blows across my face like a hurricane, his breath sweet like rain. “Go,” he whispers, one last time. And I flee."

ONE SHOT. “He lied. When he said that it didn’t bother him that he didn’t remember her - he lied.” Love is longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

I don't know why watching him kiss some girl --for MY photography project, even!-- annoys me so much. But one thing's for sure, I'm not jealous. Nope. I just want an A. Really. One shot.

-which is where my hand is at the moment. That is, if the Cookie Jar is the school's notorious bad boy's back pocket with the whole school watching on. "What do you think you're doing?" "Er..." oneshot

Being the best friend to a needy girl can be tough. Especially when you forget her birthday.

One-shot. "What's wrong?" Before I knew it, he had placed himself squarely in my path. And – dare I say it – he actually sounded a little angry and hurt. "Why are you not stalking me anymore?"

One-shot. She thought he was a stain on the family tree. He thought she was the perfect match for his snob-of-a-brother. Negative first impressions on a deserted highway at 2 A.M. ––and the worst part was, they could've had each other at 'hello'.

Some days he wanted to shove a sock in her mouth. Some days he just wanted to kill her. Some days he wished she never existed. Then there were days that he remembered every little thing he loved about her... Those days pissed him off the most. / One-shot

ONE SHOT. “Jealous?” He knew the damn answer to that. She grabbed him into place so that no space existed between them. He knew he wished it were like this forever. “You wish.” Cute how they try to run when all they need is each other.

England, 1816: It is the brightest people who hold the darkest secrets. Sequel to SOLILOQUY.

He leaned over just a little and, tilting his head slightly, placed a kiss on her jawbone. It was the most sensitive part of her face, and only he knew it. "You forget that I know everything about you," he reminded her. "Every single thing." COMP TO DTIA!

This is not just an ordinary day, because this is the day that Fern Whitelaw dies. And this is the day that Quinn Sutherland starts running. This is the day where their story begins.

One-shot. "Romance stories are always the same – boy meets girl, things happen, they fall in love, blah blah blah." She thought clichés were stupid...

But most of all, if he loved her, then certainly he wouldn’t have had the gall to show up at her doorstep three hours and sixteen minutes late for their dinner date with neither an excuse nor a drop of remorse. Yet there he was, so ha! Oneshot.

Because being with him isn't just anything - it's kind of everything. ONESHOT.

“I really, really, really hate that I love you.” He smirked. “I know.” // One-shot.

Are you sure you want a job here, though?" I asked, stealing another glance at his appearance. "And why not? I like ice-cream just as much as the next guy. And besides." He grinned and motioned to my apron. "I look damn stunning in pink."

“I’ll sell my body, I don’t know.” He ate another cookie. “THIS IS SO GOOD. I want to have epic sex with your baking skills.” An instructional guide on how to snare males in the trap of awesome cooking.

“Hey, River,” Addison said, casually, as she lay stretched out across her friend’s couch, “Why haven’t we ever dated?” A mildly ridiculous one-shot.

“You’ll be back. They always are.”/ “You’ll be annoying. You already are.” I replied. ONE-SHOT

England, 1815: A girl with eloquent sadness. A couple with beautiful and terrible secrets. A feral family wearing masks of loveliness. A curse darker than blood.

After a fight with his girlfriend, the one he turns to is his best friend. One-shot.

When a cute stranger at the game store proposes to you, what are you supposed to say? Well, yes, of course. ONESHOT.

“Why are you so cold?” He asked in concern. Alyss brought her hand back, wrapping it around the blue plastic cord that connected the swing itself to the metal bars. “Because I have no heart. It’s gone.” She answered simply. One-shot

One-shot. They say one ride in the elevator at the Elegance Hotel is all it takes to change your life. According to the story her two best friends believe, Natalie is thirty floors away from finding the man of her dreams.

He threw a Tonka Truck at my head and told me I smelt like flowers and he didn’t like it. He also made me eat half of his cake at play lunch and put a daisy in my hair when Kelly told me I couldn’t play on the swings because my hair wasn’t blonde. ONESHOT

She loves everything about the sea but her father. The sea witch has similar feelings. A plan is devised and a spell is cast. But Happily Ever After is muddled when the human prince and the mermaid do not get along. Twisted version of The Little Mermaid.

So maybe my best friend chose his girlfriend over me, and maybe he only remembered my birthday a week after it had passed. The scrap of paper on my locker said: "I R SORRY." How could I stay mad at a boy who apologized like that? Oneshot.

She stuck her hand in the back pocket of his jeans. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" He smiled and slid his own hand into the back pocket of the shorts she was wearing. "You'll have to try harder than that." It's funny what games become. -Oneshot-

He hit me. Well, not so much hit me as fell into me and knocked me down. My ego was bruised. . . along with my head. Yes, it hurt. He kissed me! Well not so much kissed me as ran into my neck with his mouth. Oh great, now I'm stupid. COMPLETE!

"She loves to hate him and hates to love him. She’s sick of hanging on innuendoes and smiles, then getting blown off like so much cheap trash the next day. She doesn't know what's wrong with her. Doesn't she have any self-respect left?” (One-shot)

After a drunken night, Lira wakes up next to Jude, a childhood nemesis. It gets worse when they find that they’re married. But when an opportunity too good to pass up presents itself, what will happen when they stay married?