Ryan's Hot and a Badass. And he knows it. He can get any girl he wants, anywhere, at any time. But he's not all human. He's part 'Death and Demon.' His father is the Grim Reaper, and even though Ryan wants nothing to do with taking peoples lifes, his future is to take over his dad's job when he turns twenty-one. He's always known this, and has always ignored his fathers lectures. But the Reapers had enough, and gives him his first task ever as his assistant. Ryan's to watch over Leslie Grey, a smart, cheerful, fierce, seventeen year old girl, and then tell her she's to die in a year. But things get difficult when they become closer than anyone had ever expected... (On hold! This story has a lot of editing that needs to be done and I'd rather people not read this. I wrote this about three years ago and my writing and grammar have improved since then which is why I plan on re-writing this when I get the chance. Thank you.)

~~~ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This book is going through a rewrite that won't be up any time soon. I can, however, say with confidence that you won't even recognise it once I'm done with it. So do not read this copy unless you want your brain overloaded with a sucky plot, sucky characters and a sucky writing style.~~~ Amber Starling seemed like a normal girl with a normal life and a normal family; but it was anything but. Swept into a world of "gifted" people with superpowers and mysterious villains, Amber must set out to discover her powerful heritage...and save the world in the process.

Alice Evans has been the typical, shy girl for the majority of her life, but with a darker past than usual. Her life changes when she runs into the new cute boy at her school, Connor O'Brian. Little does she know that Connor O'Brian happens to be the modern day Death.

Have you ever felt like you are being stalked? Ever felt like your every move is watched? Everything you do is recorded? Like a guardian angel was by your side? Breathing over your shoulder Holding your heart Watching your mind Feeling your soul Death himself..

(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death) Dear Reader, Let's start at the beginning shall we? I died. Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress. If only I was that lucky. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away... And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older. I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated. The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter. This comes with consequences of course. Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary. Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky. Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes. Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you. Death is close. Forever and always, Faith Williams ************ DIMBFF FAN CLUB ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1605057011183.80718.1378871754&type=1#!/groups/308207282529485/ **** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

Sophiel was a young emotional and abused girl of sixteen, she was quiet and kept to herself that is until she meets Ankou, also known as the Grim Reaper. Once he saves her from a horrible fate at her fathers hands he then shows her a beautiful nether world, as she falls in love with Death what will become of her as she discovers new things about herself, her past and maybe even her future.

Watty Award Winner 2011) *ORIGINAL SERIES* This is the first book of the Original Death Is My BFF Series, which won the Watty Awards in 2011! *** Death came knocking at her door. Well actually, he pounded. Faith Williams has always been a little odd, but never before did she think she was one of a kind. Enter Death, the legendary, sadistic, and irresistible Grim Reaper who sparred Faith's life when she was a child. The more she tries to resist him, the more he's popping up in her life and turning it entirely upside down. Death is dangerous with a dark past and a thirst for revenge, and Faith Williams is slowly becoming unable to resist his power over her. Who is the man under the hood? What does he want with her? Most importantly, why the hell does he have a name for his scythe? ** This is the FIRST of the DIMBFF series. *** Fan Made Book Cover uses image from = michellemonique on Deviantart.com! http://michellemonique.deviantart.com/ MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

My Watty Awards 2013 Winner! The fourth installment of the DIMBFF series continues the thrilling journey of a young woman, Faith Williams, battling for her life, and the Angel of Death dragging her further into his world. *** My writing page! Please join! <3 http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075 *** DIMBFF Facebook group! Join!! https://www.facebook.com/groups/308207282529485/

Please understand that due to Death Is My BFF getting published, the original series is on hold!

"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.