Greek Mythology. First installment in the Cupid series. Amore, Liebe, Amour, No matter what language you say it in it means love and it's Peyton's job. Her grandfather is Cupid and he's hired her as his newest apprentice against her own will. And now he says that he wants to hand the business over to her? No thank you! The hours suck and there's only one rule: no falling in love. It's simple since Peyton isn't looking for love. But it seems that Cupid's arrow is best shot through the heart when you're least expecting it. With one final challenge before taking over the business, Peyton has to find the soul mate of the only immortal thing allowed to live on Earth: a fallen angel. Easier said than done.

Greek Mythology. Third installment in the Cupid series! Evie wants nothing to do with the romance business. Love will come along when it does and she does not want to be told otherwise. Her fallen angel boss has a son coming into town for business. Needing a place to stay, Evie's boss begs her to let her son stay with her while he is in town. Come to find out, Evie has met this mysterious new roommate of hers before. Through a series of odd events, Evie and this new friend grow closer despite the fact that Evie is trying her best to keep them apart. Can she stand the tension even after they learn that they are from two totally different worlds? Is his 'business' in town really just that? What game is Cupid playing at now?

Greek mythology. Second installment in the Cupid series. Athena's daughter, Avena (Vee), has a unique gift of being able to read minds. She doesn't want this special power that has been bestowed upon her unwillingly and just strives to be normal. Vee is a secret to everyone in Olympus so she isn't allowed go into the mortal world to expose the secret Athena has so desperately tried to keep from everyone. But when Vee strives for normality in her abnormal world, how can her loving mother deny her of a wish? Is it possible for a gifted immortal to live in peace with mortals? Is Cupid really done playing his games or will another immortal only bring back his desire for a cure to boredom? Only time will tell...

Azelie Ryans is the definition of fearless. She will jump out of planes, hold spiders, lick any public toilet and will do any and every dare. She will do everything and everything that makes any other person feel the one emotion she no longer experiences - fear. Secrets cloud her past, making her hard to figure out, but Cole's certain that he can change that. Cole refuses to believe that Azelie isn't scared of anything, he's sure that there's at least one thing that everyones scared of. No matter how big, or small. And he's determined to find out what Azelie is scared of. Even if it means facing his own fear.

Aliens invaded the Earth in 2011. Their intent was not to kill, but to enslave. Eva Moore was apart of the last spaceship sent to Earth to retrieve humans for enslavement. Stripped of everything, she is labeled as a number, 93-11 and assigned to field labor. While Eva struggles to embrace the life she fears she must live, a secret rebellion is going on behind the alien government's watchful eyes. Slaves are plotting protests and riots with hopes of freeing themselves. It's risky business, and Eva wants in. Unfortunately, the leader of the rebellion, Nat Cook (number 94-2), has a strong dislike of Eva and wants no part of her. Chemistry mixes as the two begin to realize that they need each other's help if this revolution is ever going to take action.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Jesabel is a liar. When her only friend mysteriously disappears, she does what comes naturally. She keeps her truth from the world. Without warning, she is thrown into a web of lies far more dangerous and lethal than anything she could imagine. With an annoyingly charming boy by her side, can she unravel what she refuses to tell - the truth? WHITE LIES HAS BEEN REVISED, EDITED AND REWORKED! Happy late new year, friends! I'd like to take this opportunity to announce that White Lies, a story that has been up and running on Wattpad since 2011, has been re-written and revised for the coming decade. What does this mean? This entails the same characters you know and love, with better flow, better writing, more nuanced character development, more mature content, and entirely different plot lines. Jesabel's character has changed drastically since I last introduced her to the world (nearly NINE years ago! yikes!), and I wanted to make this story a more nuanced and modern take. When I had written White Lies, I had been just 14 years old. And I've done a ton of growing, learning, and unlearning over the years. This means that my characters have grown and developed with me. If you are an old friend and re-reader - welcome, and please enjoy the same old story you love with a brand new take! If you have started along this White Lies journey beginning in December and all throughout January, you might have read a half-edited and half-original version of the story. So please feel free to re-read at your leisure! I won't bite, I promise.

Renee Griffin is gorgeous, loveable, undeniably popular, and has an uncanny ability of getting everything she wants. She is a cunning seductress, a loving daughter, a prima donna, and a cold-blooded murderer. This is not a story for the faint hearted. This is the story of a 21st Century psychopath. "'You've killed,' he breathed. His eyes had grown big, so big that they barely fit his face anymore. He didn't resemble Nathan at all. He was pathetic, and cowardly, and weak. 'I have.' Silence and darkness threatened to crush us both, the sound of his uneven breathing piercing through my eardrums. I didn't bother hiding anything in my demeanour - it was a relief to let the darkness out, to let it slip out of every pore and every cell. He was going to die. His next words were quiet, so quiet, that it could have been drowned out with the faint sound of cheers coming from the stadium. 'You're a monster.'"