Maya Kurtis had always dreamt of vigilante justice and superhero status, it was why she signed up to the Sapient+ program to begin with. Problem is, this city keeps far better control over its superhumans than the places in the comics. Instead of sexy costumes and a name to strike fear into the criminal heart, she's just ID tag S+489002, additional details: translocation. Maya Kurtis, to put it quite honestly, is just another fancy police weapon in just another anti-terrorist squad. And then she meets him. Calls himself Card Shark, because it's not a gamble if you cheat, and when you're cheating the entire system, who better to ally yourself with than Maya? She’s an inside source. He's got the outfit, the name, and he certainly strikes something into her heart, even if it's not always fear. Sapient+ promised glory and recognition but they turned her into just another password protected computer entry. Is Shark about to be any different, or is he using her too? And doesn't a double life of villainy still seem a little too far from her original plans?

What happens when your mom is engaged to a man that you've paid to sleep with? (For Mature Audiences Only)

Daniel Stevens is a young man who spent most of his life training as a fighter. Alone in Chicago at nineteen years of age, he finds himself saving a convenience store clerk from being robbed and killed. After thwarting the robber in the only way he knows how, he is given a job offer by a mysterious woman. A chance to bring the criminals that run rampant within the city to a very unconventional form of justice. For years, he makes rapists, murderers and thieves pay for the crimes they commit, never realizing that every move he makes, brings a sinister plot closer and closer to fruition.

My name is Amelia R. Adams, and I am not your average teenage girl. I know, I know, typical 'oh,i stand out! I'm important' routine. But i have bet on how good this book on my life sells so... a quick once over of myself. I am a hunter. I hunt things that go bump in the night. You know, boogie man, Dracula. Those types of monsters. I am a teenage girl. I PMS. No getting away from that no matter how awesome, or bad ass my job is. Sorry. I live with my older brother, we where hired for a job, when something strange happened. And not my usual 'strange', the kind where shit goes wrong, and people almost die. Something isn't right in little town Oaks ville, and it's left to me to figure out when a demon comes hunting me down for a girl i knew as a kid. Damn, i almost wish i were normal, not.

Ex-US government assassin and Hong Kong Police martial arts enforcer Mike Delaney is kicked out of the force on a trumped up charge along with his partner Bob Messenger.Delaney drops out and joins a reclusive esoteric monastic brotherhood while Messenger forms confess-confess.com - a global crime busting website where ordinary people fight back against injustice, each with their own code name. Delaney falls in love, leaves the monastery and marries. One year later his investigative journalist wife is brutally murdered by a contract serial killer known as 'The Priest'. She is one of many. Delaney vows to track down 'The Priest'. He discovers his wife was about to expose a global plot known as The Renaissance Project involving the richest and most powerful people on the planet who pay huge sums to attain true immortality. The 'Priest' is their tame assassin (but Lucius Gynt is not as tame as they think he is). On the confess-confess website Delaney's code name is 'The Monk'. His search for 'The Priest', and uncovering the labyrinthine Renaissance Project will test his skills to the limit and put his life on the line.

Book one. I'd spent my entire life without a mother. But, when professors come to my father's inn, a cloaked figure known only as Sleepwalker begins to torment me with thoughts of her. When these dreams become too malicious, my father sends me off to the capital city in order to answer the questions burning in my mind: Who is my mother? And what does she have to do with my nightmares? If only the journey had been so simple.

A collection of dark, strange or disturbed stories hosted by Hellbound Harry, professional soul darkener. "You will not remember your time with me, but if I do my job correctly when you awaken your soul will be a little darker, your sense of humor a little more twisted and your mind almost completely desensitized to violence"- Hellbound Harry

Six teens are devoted to a game with one rule: If a player gets tagged, they must change their life within the next fifteen minutes. The better the player, the bigger the change. One might give their car away, or punch the school bully. Another might change identities or sacrifice their virginity. Anything to keep evolving, to avoid fitting into a label or caring about the junk they own. But their quest for enlightenment has taken a rotten final turn - one of the players has murdered the game's creator, the teen prophet (cult leader?) David Bloom. Our narrator is being framed for the crime; can he clear his name and discover which of his lifelong friends is the murderer before he takes the fall? [sic] is a gritty teen murder mystery that delves into the psychology of enlightenment among the criminally dysfunctional.

"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Fries with you." My eyes widened as it slowly registered that Golden Boy McHarden had just openly flirted with me.

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.