"Our boss disappeared. Normally people celebrate moments like these,," said Amy. "I guess we aren't normal.." said Vanessa. Meet Vanessa. Meet Amy. If you talk to anyone who claims to 'know them', they will probably tell you that these girls work at a bookstore and a boutique respectively. But only a few people know their true identity - as spies. So when one of these people who know their little secret, disappears, both of them have to be hot on their heels. Thing turn personal when they run into people from their pasts. The lands are foreign, The stakes are high. Will they be able to do it??

I am use to as being introduce as the “smart one”, or being referred as “wait you are the triplet because you don’t look like your siblings. This is actually translated in the English Dictionary as you aren't the athletic or the social one. Wait you can’t be their siblings because you are pretty...wait for it...ugly. Really I was used to being ignored and staying in the shadows of my siblings until when one person introduced me as the “unique, one of kind, triplet.” It wasn’t supposed to be love. It wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. It was just supposed to be my hormones jumping all over the place, but I realized that it’s not hormones. It’s love. This isn’t a cliché bad boy and geeky girl. This is about two black sheep’s or social outcasts if you prefer the more technical term having each other’s backs.

Ranked #1 in Action, #1 Adventure, #2 in Sci Fi "Whatever you do, don't let your blood run cold." "And if it does?" "Run. Run like hell. Run away from everyone you ever cared about." +++++++++++++ Jessie Daniels is just like you. She uses reading as an escape from her average, bookworm life. She envies and wishes for adventure and romance from the heroes in stories. But what she doesn't realize is that her wish is already granted before birth. Her parents, known as the country's best cops, aren't who they say they are. Suddenly, a simple game turns into Earth's greatest heart-stopping battle between two of the world's most dangerous men. Both are ruthless gang leaders who each rule a dominant continent: Asia and North America, and stop at nothing to get what they want. And they want Jessie Daniels. Not for her money, not for her looks, but for what she has. For what she is. --- "Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes. . . the ones who see things differently---they're not fond of rules. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them, because they change things." -Steve Jobs

©Copyright Gadreel_Girl 2014 Zayana Jeffrey has a fairly normal life. A single mom working two jobs. The boyfriend of her dreams. Two best friends. The whole package. Besides the father that is. She's never met her father. So after Zayana's two friends mysteriously go missing and a supposed "accident" changes everything Zayana sets out, determined to find, not just her friends . . . but her father. Which turns out to be easier than she thought. But what she finds along the way to saving her friends is more than she ever expected . . . or believed.

Everyone hated Olivia Pratt. Not because she was mean or anything but because she was perfect. Too perfect. The girls hated her because of her looks, the guys hated her because she beat all of them at sports, even the teachers hated her because she was too smart for their curriculum. Olivia takes it in, her head bowed down. But everyone breaks at some point. What's hers?

Can a natural killer learn to be human again? Regan's unique talent for murder makes her a perfect assassin. After a lethal encounter leaves her broken body washed up on a beach, she finds herself adopted by a group of teenage bodyguards. She doesn't intend to stay for long, but soon Regan finds herself faced with a choice: become a hero or stay a villain? *** The boy played with the flat brim of the cap in his hands and looked around the room. He sat back in his chair, trying to look casual, but the heel of his hi-top sneaker drummed rapidly on the concrete floor. Regan sat opposite him with her legs crossed and her hands folded on her tartan skirt. She watched him without a word and brushed a strand of blue-dyed hair behind her ear. Somehow this seemed to unsettle him more. 'Calm down,' she said. 'It's just murder.' *** Author's Note: Darkness Girl: Trickster God is represented by Louise Fury from The Bent Agency. P.S. The epic cover was made by Paul Kopetko (you can stalk him at paulkopetko.com). Enjoy!

Welcome back. If you're reading this, I will just assume that you've joined me on my last journey through a forgotten hell. I'm Vala Mininger. Soldier 12576. It's been almost 5 years since Gale and I had escaped our colony and made a run for freedom with our mothers, a handful of citizens and children, and my mysterious child. We've been taking it safe lately, but something is starting. Something bad. I think some of our old city survived. And I think the other countries have caught wind of the new colony. Last time they found out about us, they bombed us. I need to save my people. I need to save my family. I need to save the last shreds of our country. And I need to do it now. Before it's too late.

Roses are Red Violets are blue If you try to run I will catch you Out of a million My target is you You better watch out I’m coming for you H.x

"I wasn't even suppose to leave the base." The only thing Lena Jacobs ever expected to do in Afghanistan was work at the military base clinic to which she was assigned. But when she arrives she finds out that she must fill in as a medic for a U.S. Marine Corps female engagement team during a dangerous mission.All goes well until the night time mission goes terribly wrong and her team is attacked. Now, alone in the Afghan wilderness, Lena must use everything she knows to get back to the base before she is captured by insurgents.

Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.