Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.

When a group of friends joke about opening a strip club. Few years later it becomes one of the best gentlemen's club in Hollywood.

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

Faith Mitchell was never confident. She was happy to blend into the background, much to the protest of her friends. At 16, her life was a normal teenage cliche. She was in love with Jace, the obnoxious player who she couldn't have, and her biggest worry was whether or not he would finally come to his senses and see that she really was the one for him. That is until she is kidnapped and recruited by a secret agency of assassins. She is torn away from her normal teenage life and thrown into a world of guns, knifes and criminals. The agency mold her into the perfect killing machine, and at 19 she is no longer the shy girl that was snatched away from her uncomplicated life, but a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing to complete whatever mission she is on. Then, the agency has a new mission which involves Faith returning to her hometown, and facing her friends, family and the very boy who broke her heart just before it turned into stone. What will happen once Faith comes face to face with Jace? Will the obnoxious player be able to reach out and get the old Faith back without pressing any of her wrong buttons, considering that the shy girl he once knew now has a gun. (WATTY AWARDS 2011) (THE FICTION AWARDS 2017) ©makeandoffer

Sequel to Sanity Note: These events take place after Morality, but they aren't related to each other. Crime AU | Ghorror | Angeless Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of graphic violence, vulgar language, sexual content, and depictions of mental illness and self harm. If you are easily triggered, proceed with caution.

Welcome to the bonus content for Sanity! If you have not read Sanity fully yet, DO NOT READ THIS! There are major spoilers in this content. Go over to my main page NonaHysteria to read the original story. With that said, I hope you enjoy. If you'd like to see certain characters backstory scenes, comment them here :) Thank you all for your support <3

Hands restrained to his bed, but no fight to break them, I sat in awe as I examined my new roommate. Beautiful dark black hair, that looked so silky and feathery to the touch, hung over his porcelain face. I wish I could see the color of his bleeding eyes. Without a voice or sound, he had stolen my heart. Suddenly, these padded walls no longer felt so cold. And my heart, began to beat again. Prison AU | Ghorror | Angeless Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of graphic violence, vulgar language, sexual content, and depictions of mental illness and self harm. If you are easily triggered, proceed with caution.