A girl named Ryana (that's my name!) stars in this fanfiction of the amazing Youtube gamer, Markiplier. She is excited to go to Comicon one rainy day when she finds out he's going to be there. Everything seems to be falling into place when her dream comes true and she gets to meet her role model, Mark. But on such a dark, gloomy day, something is bound to go wrong...

❝I like turtles. They breathe through their butts.❞ ❋❊❋❊❋❊ Imogen Reid is awkward. Plain and simple. She knows it, her mom knows it and everyone breathing knows it. So when she accidentally signs up for a month long school trip, she's not surprised but she also doesn't expect to be chosen to go... along with twenty other snobby teenagers she's never spoken to before. And the worst part about it? A certain, surprisingly sweet, bad boy starts to show an interest in her. Friendships blooming and relationships sparking, she experiences much more than she ever expected. Especially figuring out that completing a bucket list in many foreign countries is not so smart... welcome to the story of the life of a girl who's just Totally Awkward! cover by viciouscupcake © Eden Reed 2017. All rights reserved.

❝A love letter a day, keeps a smile on your face.❞ -Anonymous ⧫⧫⧫⧫⧫⧫⧫⧫ Nerdy, seventeen-year-old, Cassie Rockdale has been receiving anonymous love letters in her locker, everyday, ever since she entered her junior year of high school. Without knowing who they are written from she keeps them safely hidden away in her side drawer as comfort after a rough day. Now entering her senior year, Cassie is determined to figure out who the anonymous writer is and why the love letters are given to her daily. With the help of a certain bad boy, an overly bubbly best friend and an over-protective older brother, Cassie is ready to receive answers to all of her questions. © Eden Reed 2019. All rights reserved.

I taste the bitter air and inhale the smoky atmosphere. Death ruled with an iron fist today. War took its prey and claimed a hollow victory. Lives, innocent lives, were lost... and it's all my fault. The once prosperous fields of dancing moon flowers is tainted with the blood of the innocent and saturated in death's wretched claws. Life would never flourish here again. Lost howls echo through the trees and sing a vicious song of mourning into my ears. "Will you reign with me," a dark voice chirps with sinister glee from behind me. "My Dark Luna?"