Love the creepy side of Japan? On the surface, all that people hear about Japan is their rich culture, and how weird some of their customs and inventions are. But aside from that, there is a darker side of Japan, including their unsettling urban legends. From different colored toilet paper to a poem that might curse you, this book will show you many of their urban legends are odd and downright creepy. And trust me, they will also show you yet another example of how weird Japan is. Oh, Japan... how I love you so much. The cover art is by an artist named Takato Yamamoto.

The sequel to How To Hide A Body Just as Solange thought it was all over, an old enemy resurfaces. He needs her help to disappear, but his connections to Solange's life are deeper than they appear. cover creds: @SilverBluinse

Solange Southwood is a professional criminal. It runs in the family. She's helped countless notorious criminals and has only been in jail once. However, suddenly there are new rules to a game she didn't know she had been playing. Someone blackmails her. In order to preserve her identity and save the ones she loves, she must complete a set of tasks, all of which are outrageous. Will she succeed? Cover credits: @SilverBluinse

Wattpad Featured Story Four different girls. Four different backgrounds. Four different crimes. One common goal; revenge. When Sage, Hope, Alexis and Maddison get caught, they get assigned to a mandatory support group for troubled teens. Needless to say they're anything but happy with it. While the counselor tries to encourage them to make the right decisions in their lives by working on their feelings, they decide to try a different angle; revenge. Remember, payback's a bitch and so are they. Beautiful cover made by the amazing @NeonLights897

There are some absolute truths I believe in. You have to have principles, if you want to survive in this world. You need something to hold on to; to survive the bumps in the road life throws in your way. Call it what you want, but it's like there's a set of laws of physics my very own world operates on. I know who I am. My name is Anna Johnson. I am an elemental witch and my element is air. From the diary of Anna Johnson

Colors danced behind my eyes, until the world fell into a haze of dark mist. Black fissures of power within arm's reach. Mine. Magic slammed into me, endless and vast like a tidal wave coming in and crushing over my head. I took it, absorbed it, glutted myself on it because it felt good. No consequences. No pain.

A jolt. A small hitch in the rhythmic beating of my heart. Dèjà vu didn't even begin to describe it. ... My heart stopped, my breath jostled forward, shock rippling through my system. It happened again. For a few precious seconds my mind froze up and, together with my body, went into a complete lockdown. It was the same each time I saw him.

Well, you could stare at a white wall until you were blue in the face, it would never be more than a white wall. The same was true for the master vampire. A vampire was a vampire was a vampire. Period. (Anna Johnson)

... for a moment I thought that everything was back to normal, that I was okay. But then it came crashing down on me. Blood was valuable. Blood was life. The loss of blood had a price. A high one.

They are born in the darkness, and they own it like no one else. Anna Johnson stays clear of vampires. She knows what they are capable of. As a witch of the air she is working for the Circle as a researcher, closing her eyes to that which lies in her past. Until one phone call changes everything.