The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.

Emma Woodhouse, aged 20 at the start of the novel, is a young, beautiful, witty, and privileged woman in Regency England. She lives on the fictional estate of Hartfield in Surrey in the village of Highbury with her elderly widowed father, a hypochondriac who is excessively concerned for the health and safety of his loved ones. Emma's friend and only critic is the gentlemanly George Knightley, her neighbour from the adjacent estate of Donwell, and the brother of her elder sister Isabella's husband, John. As the novel opens, Emma has just attended the wedding of Miss Taylor, her best friend and former governess. Having introduced Miss Taylor to her future husband, Mr. Weston, Emma takes credit for their marriage, and decides that she rather likes matchmaking.

It has been ten years since Amelia was adopted by Lord and Lady Baldwin, and publicly recognized as a member of the Nobility. Now it is time for her to step out into high society and be recognized as something completely different- a debutante. A young woman now eligible for marriage. Amelia has never quite fit into the world of high-society. Having been born into poverty and adopted as a child, it has always seemed to her that she is the black sheep of the bunch. 'Ladylike' has never been a word that she would use to describe herself. She has never viewed herself as the marriageable-type, and has never found herself to care much for the idea of courtships. And yet, in the tangles of 19th Century London, a young lady has no choice. After all, Amelia's elder sister- the perfect daughter, with golden curls and a flawless face- has already secured an Earl to court. The two of them do not care much for each other, but love is not what matters. It is all about status and tradition. But in a world where it is unheard of for a woman to marry for love, Amelia soon discovers that her own happily ever after may not be as impossible as she though. But why is it the Earl's eyes that keep drawing Amelia in? And what if the rules surrounding the strict and formal courtships are rules that Amelia simply does not want to follow? After all, she has never been much of a Lady. ***Stand-alone sequel to Pauper Princess- though suggested, you do not have to read the first book to understand this one***

Meli is a beggar in 19th century London. Not just a beggar- a pickpocket. A thief. And a good one. ************* I didn't ask to be a beggar. It was just what becomes of orphans. I suppose I could have gone to work at a factory- but I was sure it wouldn't have paid as well as the pocketwatches and coins that the uppercrusts of England supplied me with. Besides, I had never been caught before. I didn't even worry myself over the possibility. Even if the theft had been noticed- as if!- I was the only girl among the group of young thieves. The last to be suspected. Me being caught was an impossibility! Until I made a mistake. Until my hand was seized as I reached into the pocket of a nobleman. I expected to be sent off to a prison or a workhouse. Perhaps to be whipped, or even hanged. Not to be sent to a reformatory school. Not for that same nobleman that I had stolen from to adopt me from that reformatory school. Not a life sentence to the strictness and rigidity and discipline of nobility. Not a governess who tells me when to sleep, eat, bathe, study, and speak. This was not the life of poverty and thievery that I had planned out for myself. And I didn't like it one bit. *Warning: Will contain outdated aspects of 19th-century life and childrearing. This includes but is not limited to corporal punishment, old-fashioned medical treatments, and strong references to social class and the struggles of the working class.*

Layla Hansen is dying. Maybe she's already dead. She can't tell. As she sinks further into the freezing water, she is forced to relive moments of her life a new perspective. She watches her best moments fly by, her worst memories, loves and missed opportunities and betrayals that she didn't know existed. The further she sinks into the water, the older she watches herself get. The end creeps closer and closer. And she has no idea what will happen at the end. All she knows is that she never should have agreed to go on this damn boating trip.

Taylor Vanessa Ryan. Her black leather jacket helps her hide her bruises, each one of them done by her father. She works at a bar as a dance teacher, just to gain cash to get away from her secrets. To get away from the world. All she wants is for everyone to leave her alone. Yet James McDaniels can't stay away from her. Specially when he's drowning in a deal that has to do with her. Bruises, Lies, Stalking, Cover ups, Parties, Hospital trips, Forests, Pole dancing, Running away, and Maybe just a bit of love... 《Carmen's body stopped struggling. The bubbles forming from her air stopped and the water became still. Fred stood there in shock. He was as afraid as me. And I was practically shitting my pants. Taylor let go of Carmen's head. Carmen's lifeless body fell to the concrete floor with a loud thump. Taylor's hands were red even after she wiped them on her shirt. She picked up the gun and kicked Carmen's lifeless body. She took a step towards Fred and I. But I feared my own safety. My gun pointed at Taylor. She stopped walking her face going pale. She looked at Fred then at me. Her lips slowly turning into her usual smirk. "Go ahead. Kill me babe. Shoot me, dead. That way we can both become murders and rot in hell along with everyone in this basement." She took two steps closer. "Stop. I don't want to hurt you." I whispered. 》

Rule 1: Trust no one Rule 2: NEVER hesitate, especially when it comes to killing Rotters Rule 3: Trust no one Rule 4: Your survival backpack stays on you at all times Rule 5: Trust no one Rule 6: Always carry more than one gun Rule 7: Make sure your guns are loaded at all times Rule 8: TRUST NO ONE 18 year old Camille Fiero is a survivor. She's been on her own since she was 14 and does what she needs to do in order for her and her adopted 4 year old daughter to survive. Five years ago, there was a cataclysmic event called the Explosion, that left almost everyone on earth dead. A majority of those that didn't die turned into Rotters: zombie like, deaf, dumb, and slightly blind rotting blood-thirsters who use their advanced sense of smell and speed to hunt their prey: us. It's simple, see a Rotter, don't get bitten, shove a bullet in its brain, decapitate it, you live. Camille has been living a strict lifestyle, being forced to toughen up and harden herself to others. When fate forces her to cross paths with arrogant, tough, alluring Caiden Pierce, she finds herself trying harder than usual to keep up her tough façade. She's stuck grasping onto everything she knows about surviving when Caiden bulldozes his way into her life, and possibly even into her heart.