As daughter of a man in charge of the CIA, Gemma knew her father was overprotective. She just never thought he would assign a man she couldn't stand to be her bodyguard under the rouse of a fake marriage. (Formerly known as STUMBLE)

Katie was happy with her typical existence. Then, someone snaps her picture with the hottest-bachelor-under-25 and her life becomes a whirlwind of charity functions, fancy dinners, and...coming out parties... are you serious?

[COMPLETE] Updated December 1st, 2016. This is a story about a rich boy who thought he had everything, a poor girl from the projects who had to work hard for whatever she got, and how they found all they ever wanted and more - with each other. Original unedited version. *FAIR WARNING* This story is cliche to the highest level! [Cover credits: the amazing Stone Gold of Wattpad!]

Brody Hansen and I, we had a system. I didn't like him and he didn't like me, but we both liked watching each other undress. That's just what happened when you gave good-looking, hormonal teenagers bedroom windows that faced each other. Full sum inside.

There was once a lonely prince, whose roots sunk deep into the Earth. Unable to leave his castle, he would watch the nearby village from a single window. A traveler, vagabond, masquerader, journeyman, and hermit arrived at his palace gates.

Wendy the Waffle Girl is now Wendy the I-Couldn't-Give-a-Crap Waitress at a local Italian restaurant during the summer before college, and her quirky sarcasm seems to have caught the attention of cute coworker Vincent. He just might try to ask her out… but not if her wayward boyfriend Max has anything to say about it. /ONE SHOT & follow up to "Leggo My Ego"/

So, I threw a waffle at the biggest asshole in the school. He would have walked off without incident, but I just had to ask him, "Would you like some syrup with that?" ONE SHOT

"Move your hand an inch in any direction and you're dead meat. You're mine for the night." They were the first words I had ever said to him. What I never realized is just what those words would lead to... oneshot

-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

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?"

“So I take it I’m not getting any tonight?” That WOULD be the first thing he says to me when he finds out we're locked in a room together. So even with "No" for an answer, how is it I find myself in bed with him, falling harder with every passing second?

Moved to a new town to live with my Dad. Went to a party. Got a tad bit drunk. Hooked up with some guy, only to find out that my Dad happens to be his football coach and he just happens to practically live at my house...Problem? Yes. -Will re-write soon!-

COMPLETE. I have an odd fear. I fear beautiful men. Luckily there aren't many in the world, but when my class receives a transfer student who is a completely beautiful boy and is assigned to sit next to me...I just might crack.

One plus one equals two. Yellow plus blue equals green. Two crazy in love best friends equals the cutest couple ever. But one surly Mr. I-don't-believe-in-happy-endings, plus one slightly insane Little Miss Matchmaker? Not even Newton can find an answer.

“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.

. word of the day series One Shot. Ben delivered a gym membership to her house. Lucy, the I've-never-exercised-in-my-life girl, pretended to not be home. A match made in heaven?

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.

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?

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

Personne n'aime fréquenter les fées. D'ailleurs, les fées n'aiment pas qu'on les fréquente.

ONE SHOT So you find a phone, and you take it, because… it’s a free phone, why wouldn’t you? And it’s pretty sweet until the angry owner starts calling you every chance he gets.

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-

[COMPLETE] She liked rock music. He preferred classical. She said what she thought. He thought before he said. She was from the 21st Century. He was from the 19th. There were more than walls keeping them apart.

[ONE SHOT] “I'm already in love with someone,” I said. “And who is this supposed moron,” he muttered darkly. I turned and looked at him. Oh God, here goes the last shred of dignity I own. I took a deep breath. “You.”

He’s perceived as a spoiled rich kid that always gets what he wants. She’s seen as a cynical loner with an anger issue. But neither are truly what they seem what happens when they begin to notice this? What happens when he “buys” her for a week?

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]