Cursed with the chains of an empath insight and vivid dreams, Willow Haywood has learned to live her life on the defense. Her world shatters when an ominous figure in her dreams leaves behind an omen that follows her into her waking hours. As Willow learns the beautifully dark secrets of her life she has no choice but to flee to unknown dimensions. Secrets, lore, and the one made of her soul await her. Haunting lives of the past beckon her due. This isn't the love story you know...

Watty Finalist: Mystery/Thriller, On the Rise I see him vividly in my head. Him. The guy who calls himself A for whatever reason. The guy dressed in a black cloak with a hood that makes his face look like an endless sea of darkness. The guy whose voice is like velvet; so smooth; yet so deep and dark it sends chills down my spine every time he speaks. The guy whose simple words and actions are enough to send my heart into a frenzy. The guy whose black-as-night eyes captivate me day and night. The guy who enjoys teasing me and making me angry, like it's one of his new hobbies. The guy who has the power to make my legs turn to jelly in an instant. The guy whose past is so deep, dark, and bottled up that it scares me. The guy who spends most of his time stalking me; visiting me at night. The guy whose arms hold me so tight and securely. The guy who evokes feelings in me that honestly scare the hell out of me. But he's not just a guy. He's a criminal. The criminal that calls me cupcake.

Cinnamon Brookes doesn't have a description- there really is no way to explain her except that you know when your near her there's going to be trouble and a whole lot of laughter. Examples from the book: "Yes, I had anger problems, correction, me and my brothers had anger problems. Our dad took us to anger management classes (Not Leo) but that just pissed us off more because they were at the same time as our favorite show Big brother. We got banned because Jason threw a punch at the leader for taking away his phone while he was watching and I helped by holding the guy down. Teamwork!" ** "I press the accept and speaker button, "Hello?" I answer. "Cinnamon, Leo is being a little- No, Leo put the knife down. It's chucky all over again! Where the fuck did he get a hammer?!" My older brother Jason, who missed school today, practically sobbed." ** He sighs and shakes his head, "Cinnamon, where's your shirt?" He questions."I took it off when I was dancing." I say innocently"That was not dancing." Angus says in something close to horror, "That was twerking, dry sex, whatever you want to call it but sure as hell was not dancing.""Hey, the guy was having the time of his life." The guy inputs, joining in the weird conversation."That he was." I agree, remembering his red rimmed lust filled eyes."I never said he wasn't." Angus states, "Don't get me wrong, the guy was on cloud nine."The three of us murmur in agreement about my swanky time and then we just stop and stare at each other realizing how awkward this is. ~Lol loved this chapter! You are such a talented writer and I enjoy all of your stories. Such a great start to what I think will be an awesome story! ~Hahaha *dying noises* ~I literally couldn’t stop laughing! ~You are a writing genius! ~ Love the first sentence it’s hilarious! I can tell this is going to be a really good book already. ~Bloody Brilliant! XD ~I need more!

I was minding my own business, driving down the street when some idiot decides to Jay walk right in front of my car, I tried to hit my breaks but I still heard the sound of impact. Imagine my surprise when I see the window squished face of the school bad boy. Imagine my surprise when he hops into the passenger seat as if nothing had happened. Don't imagine anything actually, just read my damn story. *** My eyes widen when I see Dace Everett's beautiful face squashed against my windshield. You know when you were a kid and you would shove your face against the window? That's what the school bad boy (aka Dace Everett) looked like. As I get out to help him I hear my passenger door open and close and I nearly jump when I see him casually putting his seat belt on. "Where to?" He asks. Trailer to the side--------------------> @Piece_of_me

I feel the bed dip before his husky voice answers, "I could never hurt you." His hand rubs my shoulder and I instantly flinch back, satisfied at his annoyed sigh. "You belong to me, and me only." Or so he'd thought... I mean, who doesn't like a good love triangle? "One hour, twins, werewolves... ...Where the fuck is a gun when you need one?"