Can a Rogue be forgiven for his past? Can he get a second chance? Defiant but cautious Guarded but vulnerable Fierce and strong Not an Alpha but a Master Liam... The Rogue.

They walk among us. All three, living normal mortal lives. Cloe is graduating college; Lacey is getting married; Atria is bar-hopping and breaking hearts. Today, they are human. But they are also the three Fates—the all-powerful directors of human destiny. And they don't even know it. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos did not always take mortal form. They dwelt in the Cave, working the Loom, till something happened on Olympus that changed everything one day. Since then, they've roamed the earth and led thousands of lives throughout its history. The Fates may not remember who they are, for now... but their legacy is not to be forgotten. And their story is just begging to be told. *A Wattpad Featured story* *Winner of 2014 Watty Award – Best of Interactive Storytelling* [PG-13 for adult language, non-graphic sexual content, mature themes]

Nyla isn't the most loved girl, She's actually the most hated. She lost her parents at age 6, that's whe she stopped talking, for good. She's 17 now. People make fun of her, tease her because she can't talk or she has no real parents, She no longer cares. She's heartless, just as she likes it. She has secrets that make her different from even the other 'Different' people. She try's her best not to look into peoples eyes. Her face is well what people say would be 'Ugly' She has a large scar over her right eye, one acrossed her neck all over her arms and legs. Her nickname is Scar. Then a new student comes, by the sound of it he already has a reputation. He sees her, he sees that she is scared, scared of people, scared to love, scared to care, scared to live. Not only does he see the real her, but to him, she is more than just a heartless outcast, She's his mate.

As I was chained to the usual wall after the tests I found that my body have become used to the pain and torture it has to put up with for the past 11 years. Im lazily thrown to the ground like I was dirt. And to be honest at this point I really don't care. There's nothing I can do to get me out of here. And there's nothing here that will give me my sight back.