Usually when schools have fund raisers they include dunk tanks and pie throwing contests, but not at Clayton High School. Instead of the normal fund raisers, there is a fundraiser known as The Dating Game. It's when the senior class takes a survey to see what their perfect match would be like. Nobody knows the results. The girls receive bracelets with a lock on it. Each girl can receive as many locks, which basically means she has more than one option. The guys will receive a key and the key will only go with one lock, so all of the locks and keys have only one match. The guys will have to go around to see if he can find his perfect match. It should be a piece of cake, unless you have five locks, which is Haylee's problem. She has five locks and doesn't know what to do about it. When she finds out they are the most popular boys in school, will she try to find her perfect match? Or will it all be just a game? au One Direction All Rights Reserved to LondonParisNewYork, 2014

Diana Brooke, a hunter with an infamous title that can reign terror even to the hearts of grown men, ventures on an undercover mission set on the other side of the border; wolf territory. It's a simple assignment; blend in, return, and report. After all, what's so hard about acting meek in an academy brimming with teenage wolves, even with the succeeding Alpha among them? Dark secrets, caffeine addiction, and a dash of wickedness brewing in their midst. Will Diana be conquered by the wolves? Or will she conquer them? Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.