When Jesse had almost died in the fire that night, I didn't know that this would all end like it did. I had let the only two people I've ever cared about slip through my fingers like sand. I told the officials that they should just stop bothering to look for Audrey. Because they'd only be looking for a ghost. See, Audrey died a long time ago. In the same exact fire that had nearly killed Jesse too. It was this old hotel, believe it or not. We used to use it as our own special place. Somewhere that we could just be ourselves and have time for only each other. This is the third time that it has burned down. The first time was when they just decided to abandon it. The second time... killed my best friend. And the third time took away the only thing I had left of a friend in the first place. Jesse couldn't remember anything. He didn't even remember who I was. It's just the beginning of senior year. It's as if he has to learn everything all over again. I try so hard. I go to see him everyday, trying to bring at least one little piece of his memory back. But it never works. Then one night, I woke up from what I thought was just a dream. But it was far from it. Audrey wasn't dead. She was in hiding ever since that second fire in the hotel that night. Because she was called to be a Dreamkeeper, an angel of the broken and torn. And ever since Jesse lost his memory, I've only realized one thing... That it was my destiny to become a Dreamkeeper. Fighting for his memories and his life, I will never give up on Jesse. Because for as long as I can remember, I've been in love with him. And he's the only thing I have left. No matter how long it takes... I will not let him slip away like I let Audrey. Because my name is Scarlet Dreamkeeper. I would die for Jesse. But part of me just says to live for him for now...

Emily Ashton's father walked out on her when she was six years old. He packed up everything, walked down the driveway, and never looked back. Ten years later, Emily's grown into a beautiful flower with one dream: To play the piano. Everything comes crashing down suddenly in Emily's life when her best friend turns her back on her, her new boyfriend breaks her heart a little more each day... ... and her dad shows up on her doorstep. He's come back for her. But not for good. If Emily's barely been able to handle the things thus far, how will she ever survive her father's last goodbye? <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> The beautiful cover you see was made by @justme952 :)

Have you ever had to do something just to do it? But you don't know why and no one offers you an explanation even if they have one. We humans have urges and we do things because we simply need to. My urges aren't normal, I have to kill; its in my blood. I'm programed to believe that its right though... that I'm doing this to help people. I don't feel anymore. I used to feel... a week ago in fact. But something happened and it took over, and I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm not scared of anything, not even pain; and that is the one thing that scares me. I'm not the one who made my family like this though. It was them, that's why I kill them; because if they didn't exist in the first place I wouldn't be this. And maybe if I can get rid of them all, I'll go back to being me. The one that doesn't kill in order to live. That's what drives me and keeps me alive. I need revenge, I'm filled with blood lust and its slowly taking its toll on me making me insane, a savage being that shouldn't exist... just like them.

How would you feel if you were scared every moment of your life? If every time you took a step you were afraid it would be the wrong one. What would you do if every step was the wrong step? That's how I have felt since I could begin to feel. Running is all I've ever known, fear is all I've never known and emptiness is all I've ever known. I've never felt loved, I've never felt safe and I've never felt happy every time a new, bright day would arrive. I have been forced to harden my heart so that I don't feel like this... feeling is dangerous. And now I feel absolutely nothing but hate for those people who forced me into this. But I can't just give up or end it either; I'm not allowed. So I run, there isn't anything else I can do, because people are after me and they aren't good people either. In fact they aren't even people and to them I'm just a freaky experiment to be used to better themselves. I have a plan though. A damn good plan, and every single person who has ever brought me pain will be brought down on their knees begging for mercy. I won't give it to them though, I'll just make sure that they scream my name in fear louder and louder and they can hope that Jesus will forgive them, because I sure as hell won't.

They are pure darkness; Hate, malice and evil wrapped into one. They don't care about anything... not even their own young. They are responsible for all the darkness in the world; all of it. Years ago I made a mistake and that cost us everything. They took over and now all the light that used to be a whole, is all but a flickering candle. The candle can't be extinguished but it can't grow either. We're stuck; me more than others. They took me and trapped me in this pit of darkness that hasn't seen the light in seven years. They said that it'll change me, that I'll become like them. And I have prayed every single night since they took me 2618 days ago that I won't, that I'll stay strong and stay me. But my hope is diminishing and has been shackled down just like how I'm chained to this wall. I mean what hope do I really have? Anyone who would help me thinks that I'm dead; but they'll find out soon enough that I'm not. They say that in a few days they'll let me go; well, sort of. That's when I begin my change and they want to sway my decision for them and if I choose wrong all hell will break loose. Happy birthday to me...

We are the last of the Ancients; the last race of eleven. Sure, there are other creatures out there but none like my kind. We were shaped in the image of one of the eleven creators themselves. And one of the first eleven to ever exist. We are a proud race, happy and thriving unlike any of the others before us. The thing is though, the other lower species who also thrive don't know we exist anymore. Legend is that we perished along with the other Ancients. That is a lie we placed so that we could grow once again. We are hidden so well that even the creators don't know we still live on in their legacy; it is something we are proud of but something we must shed soon. We had planned to stay hidden for thousands of years yet, but we are now forced to come up and offer our help to the ones that don't deserve it. That's what I believe, not what others do though. Their pride is in the way of their closed eyes that refuse to see. I will make them see. The future of our world depends on it and I have been chosen to find the remaining Ancients by my creator because I am the only one who believes that the other Ancients continue their existence. I am an Exotic, an Ancient and absolutely crazy for doing what I'm about to do.