She hated his aristocratic air. He hated her enigmatic persona. They were on the opposite ends of the spectrum and yet with one common need, they agreed to a marriage. With such split personalities, they united under a white flag for now. SKoW Winner! REMOVED

For so long, Hephaestus has been scorned by everyone else, even by the Goddess of Love herself. But the lame god learns just what love is, how little appearances really count, and that everyone is worthy of being loved.

A load of mockingly serious fuckery. I wouldn't read it. I use excessive language. Today: Bambi returns from the dead with a short note about conspiracy theorists, and why they suck donkey scrotum. Note: Until the inevitable day this is deleted, it will stay here, where it began, and will not be transferred to a blog. Like an annoying, unwanted, foul-mouthed donkey.

He stared down at me, eyes dark and unrelenting. "Do you want Malcolm?" Stupid question. But I nodded anyway. "Then kiss me." Talk about getting caught between a rock and a hard place. *SKoW Winner*

It was just that... Dorian Birch! He had a way of making me feel a little crazy. Like I had to take action somehow. Run away or pinch him or, well, flash him apparently. Sing in his band even if it was the last thing I ever thought I'd want to do. He was bound to be the death of me, one way or another.

Sweet, geeky boy next door Chris was Meredith's favorite babysitter when she was little. Almost a decade later, their paths cross again... and Chris is now charming, wealthy, successful, and incredibly handsome. As they grow closer, Meredith finds their smoldering chemistry harder and harder to resist. Problem? She's 17. He's 26. Worse? He's getting married...

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!**

It's like we're more than just friends but still less than lovers, you're oh so tough, but I want to be your first weakness. Here we go again with the mixed signals and second thoughts.

Determined to put the fear of God into the racist homophobe who messed up her best friend, mild-mannered Jane Hazelton resorts to hiring a thug to do the job. Trouble is, said thug isn’t interested in money, he’s interested in her. **COMPLETED**

Detention is not the place where you're supposed to meet your next boyfriend, especially when he's Judd Asher, known pothead and occassional criminal. But he makes good girl Sadie Brown feel something she hasn't really felt before - extraordinary.

Yes, she's a goddess. And, oh yes, he is most certainly a god. You can tell from the fact he marches around in glinting armour, picking fights with titans and picking up divine broads. But she didn't sign up for this. It's most definitely all his fault.

“That’s Charlie Fletcher. Charlotte, actually. Just don’t call her that if you’re fond of your testicles.” Contrary to popular belief, love is not a game. Maybe someone should’ve told Kale that it’s not a bet, either.

Never make bets with the devil. Especially if the devil is an exceptionally handsome sophomore who may or may not like you...Whoever said these are the best years of my life needs to be bare butt spanked in front of my school. Then we'll chat. REMOVED! UNDERGOING EDITS!

REMOVED.

Tips for how to get rid of hiccups do not include the following: Acting like a ninja, avoiding hungover college students, and having a early morning/late night heart-to-heart with the love of your life. It works anyway.

This is a list of random sayings I get from God-knows-where that I like.

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.

In a fit of sudden heroism, Miriam Porter saved a little girl from certain death. But the girl turned out to be the president's daughter. So now who's going to save Miriam from falling in love with the president's sexy son? Oh, shenanigans...

It all started with a dare...hell, everything starts with dares these days. ONE-SHOT

"What's this? A checklist from some girl magazine?" Kent mused. "It's none of your business." There's no way I'm explaining it's a checklist Cam wrote to make me realize my feelings for Kent. Which is ridiculous because I'm NOT in like with him. Twoshot.

A darker, more sensual retelling of two legendary people. Sexy stuff - Oneshot

It's holy-crap cold, and that isn't something Nia does well. Maybe her hot-but-jerky neighbour can give her a hand with that? "Are you crazy? For all I know you might tie me up and chop off my head with your axe and steal the contents of my purse." onesho

Maybe my eyes were directed at him too intently. But I wasn't stalking. Really. He didn't seem to agree with me.

To-do lists equaled love. He had an obsession with her groceries and a hero complex she secretly appreciated. His girlfriend wasn’t much of an obstacle; he only liked to be distracted. After all, she couldn’t know he secretly wanted her, too.

I'm Ana. I should be enjoying my summer holidays, like most normal 16 year olds, but instead I've been dragged away from my home by a gang of demon hunters telling me that the entire force of evil is out to get me. What the hell is going on? Star Book 1

It'd be fair to say Madison McHale has a little trouble controlling her temper. It'd be fair to say Caine Jeffries is a little bit of a player. Insert a bet, an ultimatum, dysfunctional families, meddlesome friends... and you've got yourself a love story.

3 ex-college students (the feminist, the optimist, the pessimist) with an emotionally needy and pregnant new friend (the prep) move to NY to open a coffee shop, help their friend through her pregnancy and raise her child themselves. Pricelessly hilarious.

Ethan Blake took orders from no one. But apparently, my kisses have a taming effect on him. one-shot

..."Do you trust me?"..."No."...He smirked. "Sucks to be you, doesn't it?" -ONESHOT

He comes back to her, and she knows she's just his placeholder. She'll never have him. A conversation. Oneshot.

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.

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

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.

As a romantic comedy fanatic, I vowed to become THAT girl. My own love life may be a sham but what better place to play high school matchmaker than from the top? Hello, my name is Queen Bitch.

“What?” I demanded as I saw the horrified faces of the boys who were lucky enough to witness what was about to unfold. “Haven’t you ever seen a girl burst into the boys’ bathroom before?” T for swearing

She wanted the fairy tale. She wanted the chick flick. She wanted the soaring music, the dozen roses, the Princess Bride kiss-to-end-all-kisses. She wanted the cliché. It’s a pity she was so busy up in the clouds that she didn’t recognize it when it came.

COMPLETE. I just wanted to sleep through Sex Ed class, but it doesn't seem that he was going to let me. Then he claims that I'm a stalker, decides to sit with me at my lovely loner table, and plants himself right into my life. So much for staying a loner.

Mason always agrees with me and Jacob nearly kills me and I want to build a lemonade stand out of our memories. The man on the side of the freeway had a lemonade stand once, too, I think. It's just that whenever I see him, I kind of want to cry. Oneshot.

“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.

All is questionable in Desy Morgan's life. Like the fact that she can read minds and so can Danny. Well, that may not be so weird since everyone else around her act like psychos. Hm. Please read and review!

I may be somewhat strange, but he's got arrogance down to an artform. I may have thrown a rock at his car, but it's no excuse to concoct a plan to kill me. Honestly, who does he think he is? The nerve of some people. Course language, you've been warned.

1944- All they're going to do is take a bath, right? Then why is mama crying?

It is said that if you put your name in locker 420, the Matchmaker will find you your perfect match. So what happens when the arrogant spoiled brat is captivated and the matchmaker meets her match?

Oneshot. Based loosely on reallife events. Cute little dialog piece written on laundry day for English class.

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.

One day, a girl and a boy fell in love without realizing it.

[ONESHOT] Charlie is a girl in a punk band, and Ink is a guy who dislikes girls in punk bands. Still, she has vivid threats involving piano wire prepared for whenever he calls her pet names, so maybe there's some room for exception in her case.

COMPLETE WITH EPILOGUE Amazing what occurs when witty bad boy Donovan makes a bet to seduce sarcastic good girl Piper. Follow the story of their intertwined existence through high school as lessons are learned and relationships forged. EDIT IN PROCESS

Hypothetically speaking, I know this guy and this girl who are crazy about each other. [one shot]

Getting over heartbreak… it’s hard. First there’s the confrontation stage, then the empty stage, the crying stage, the vengeful stage, the rebound stage, the selfdoubt stage and finally, you move on. Unfortunately, mine didn’t come in this order.

“… Samuel Adams.” “As in the beer?” I asked curiously. “As in the beer,” he affirmed. “Also as in the Samuel Adams who signed the Declaration of Independence, but hell, all we know is the beer.” Oneshot.

Winning her over had nothing to do with flowers, chocolate or suave dance moves. He only kept barging through her door to harass her. [OneShot]

It was a medical condition, and she had it since birth. This was guaranteed to make her life living hell, for she had before her an entire school of children who were out to see her tears.