Removed, sorry.

Everybody needs a hero and Adaline acts the hero for a living. But when her family is relocated to the Midwest, forcing her to retire her Volt persona, can she learn that even heroes need saving?

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**

So his friend was the one who got the crossdressing girl in the all boys school. Like Tristan Harland is ever the type to lose out, especially not to some girl who stalked him all the way from China. Problem is, she isn't exactly the type to lose either.

Fred never considered herself a bad kisser. But the comatose nerd at her feet dares to say otherwise. ONESHOT

When I found out that Tully, my estranged childhood best friend, was rooming with my ex, the overly opinionated, rich tool, I knew that things were bound to get weird. I can't stand awkward situations, and my freshman year of college just became one. Joy.

The boy was gorgeous. Slap his face on a Calvin Klein underwear ad and I swear, those boxers would sell. It's just too bad we attended rival schools. Contact was off-limits. But then again, he had never been big on following rules...

(One-Shot) Once upon a time, we met. And for me, that was happily ever after.

-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

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

“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.

Sam Westlane is the new kid in the famous all boys Crestan High School for the rich and the spoiled ... There's only one problem. Sam is a girl.

Oneshot. Belle's surefire ways to get a guy: 1, Write his name on your hand. 2, Lure him in with jelly beans. If it works for kids, it works for men. And 3, recite your many witty food analogies. He won't be able to resist.

“Let me guess,” Sam said into the intercom after a while, “You’re the singing leprechaun I hear people talking about.”“Close enough,” He answered,“Only I’m six-foot tall, I don’t have pots of gold, and despite popular belief, I can actually sing."one-shot

Oneshot. Sometimes being a scorned woman is an incredible turnon. At least to a guy who's been in and out of anger management.

My life was mindnumbingly dull, but I was fine with being the invisible Ginger Ale Girl. Whoever said friends were good for the soul did not know the boy with blue hair.