"When I tell you that he hates me, you'll probably assume it's because he's a jerk...but you'd be wrong. He's not a jerk. I am." --- Several years ago tragedy struck Emma's home, leaving her broken... like a cup with cracks spiraling and slithering around the edges. Slowly, bitterness crept in like tar, hardening between each fracture to resemble a deceitful wholeness. She became a monster, and targeted her venom on the sweetest person she could find: Trinity Nixon. Too bad the boy Emma longed for was Trinity's brother. Now, as Emma fights to win the heart of the boy who despises her, she's forced to hide her demons. She paints her fragile cup in pinks, yellows, and oranges - all the colors of the sun. She paints on a smile, and an unusual sense of humor, so that the world will view her as bright and cheerful, when in reality she's breaking. But she's completely unprepared for the acidic truth that melts away the tar, demolishing her shell, and awakening the Emma White buried deep inside. --- Book 1 in The Dismantled Pride series *Story was previously titled "Faking It"

Nevaeh Dailey was normal. She had a family. She had friends. She had a life. That was before the attack at school. That was before the streets of England started to empty of the living. That was before the dead started to wake from their eternal slumber, before they started to turn on the race to which they once belonged. Nevaeh now finds herself running, not only from the monsters that were once human, but from the memories she wishes to leave behind. But as she scours the now deserted country, with a few desperate friends in tow, Nevaeh runs straight into four men that belonged to her old life, a life she no longer wishes to be apart of. Will she and her companions survive? Everything rests on Nevaeh's shoulders. A reckless teenager with a new thirst for violence.

Death himself has now found the prize. The prize that EVERYONE has been trying to find. A little boy named Adam is the key to everything. Known by Death as "Nightmares" for all the pain and misery that Adam can cause, Death leads him unto a path that is unforgivable...

*Love Elevator's Sequel* Finally, Libby and Dom are back! She started to go to a new school. Of course, with a lot of pranks in her sleeves, both at school and at home. Dom started to do his jobs as an Alpha one by one. But, he still wasn't allowed to hold the title until they mated. They were getting closer, but when would they say the 'L' word? A lot of drama would come into their new life. A mixture of drama and humor could make you laugh and wanted more! Enjoy~ LOL

Tyra Red is the only girl wolf (beside the mothers) in her pack, the Bluemoon pack. Living in a town full of humans, it is crucial that she hides the fact that she's faster and stronger than any normal human, which includes keeping secrets from her three best friends. The task seems harder too when the Alpha and all of his conniving friends make Tyra's life a living hell and take great pleasure in pushing her buttons. Things only take a turn for the worst when a new pack comes to town and starts a ripple that can only lead to disaster.

(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

Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It had to be yesterday, when I was befriending any new person that I met with a dazzling smile. No, those were the years that I was numb--masked from the world and blissfully unaware of the dangers and lingering dark edges of the Chicago city. Life moves fast; terrifyingly fast for some, especially those who try and anchor down each and every day of their existence. For others, it moves drearily slow. I use to be numb, I use to be unaware of the shadows deep within the corners of the earth, the watchful figures around me. I use to draw scribbles, struggle to tie my shoes, and fail at doing the simple things, like tying shoes. I use to make friends with anyone I met and kept that friendship over a promise. I use to do a lot of things, actually. But that was when life was a whole lot simpler, safer, and perfect. That was before I knew about Death. That was before he became my frenemy. Forever and always, Faith Williams *** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075