There was a body in a casket, Stiff and still, The man inside the casket had no pulse or never will, My mother stood by there for five whole minutes, She whispered theses words I will never forget, I will always love you, I knew she saw her life go away, He was her world that she just said goodbye, A room full of people who could care less, Along with the man and his famous index cards, We head outside to see a piece of wood that means more than words could, However his name is misspelled, Damn the man with his famous index cards with in hands reach, Here the man in the casket was once was the father of a girl who I no longer am, He is a father of a girl who always wears a smile not one who is on the verge of A mental brake-down, He is a father of another family, One with a mother who is the reason they came up with the word sunshine, The girl with the younger sister who she looks out for, Not a younger sister who looks out for the older one, His body is now in the ground that has a plank over the spot, A name that is not my fathers because the story has changed, A family with no father, A mother who they created the word deppesion for, A older sister who is a child at most, A girl who is stronger than both, This time his name read off Edggar Finch, A guy who I never knew, My father was named Edgar Finch they most of had the wrong name. See for yourself it's all a cruel joke, Until I remember the body I saw in the casket, They had the right person just the wrong name.

One morning I woke up in a bank of snow, naked, helpless, a tiny little poor thing, not knowing who I am, not remembering anything. A mysterious organization that I never heard of, Byzantine, took me in. I was given new life, new purpose and most of all a choice of identity. Byzantine has two rules: One. Don't get caught. Two. If caught, the organisation takes no responsibility. Best case scenario: it's as if you never existed, Worst case scenario: You have to be eliminated in order to preserve the organisation's anonymity. I am for hire, I ask no questions, I do my job neatly and quietly. I go by different names, you might think you know me, but you're wrong. Some say I have blonde hair, some say brown. Some say I have gorgeous blue eyes, some say green. I look like your typical teenage girl, probably you have pass by me everyday, and for me that is the best disguise. No one suspects the young, vulnerable looking girl. But how would you react if the shy, vulnerable girl you see everyday was actualy a cold-blooded assassin? Someone who can take someone else's life for the right price? What if one day, everything you came to believe crumbles into dust? Everything you stood for was nothing but a tool for someone else's grand scheme? Should I try and seek the answers? Who's the enemy? Who to trust? Where does the lie begin? and most importantly...Where does it end? Am I ready to face my own ghosts? Am I ready to battle my own demons? Who am I? Now, I don't care how much I bloody my hands to reach the truth, cause in the end, its the only thing that will set me free. Follow me, as I walk down the bloody trail of love, faith, and betrayals: For Hire.

It’s springtime 1985. Ricardo Mendez loves clove ciggies, street fights, and Steve’s dimples. And oh, his God-crazy aunt damns him with sermons and tamarind candy. His neighborhood lights abuzz with tales of him and Steve k-i-s-s-i-n-g. But before Ricardo has a chance to explain to his family, rumors and circumstances blow out of control. In response, his parents kicks him out of his house. Alone and afraid, Ricardo has to navigate hoodlums, night stalkers, his God-crazy aunt. He may have to shed his prejudices to survive. But he may just lose his heart or life before he can find his way back home again.

Benjamin Black was only relaxing in his summer home in Greece when a beautiful woman shows up outside, injured. A week is spent taking care of the nameless woman, and an eternity searching for her when she bids farewell. But what happens when they reunite? Can they live with a relationship, knowing that their families are locked in war, for eternities past and eternities to come?

We Villains Love Too (2012) Being a teenager isn't easy, but being a superhuman is much more difficult. Especially when the teenager's a villain. But do you know what's worse? When the villain falls in love. Having to choose between love and power is, well, disaster.