Eighteen year old Iris Ellington can only do so much. So when everything she thought she knew disappears and it's all a lie, what can you do? It's a matter of life or death. People around her are becomming aware of things and she only has so much time until the clock ticks out.

Eleanor Prescott is and always will be the definition of perfect. She's a top model, famous for her looks, outgoing and being beautiful are her main qualities. She's nice, funny, caring, and absolutely charming. No wonder she's the talk of everything, but she does have a secret. A secret any person would kill to know. The kind of secrets that would make everyone's jaws drop and the whole world go into shock. It's a dirty secret, the kind that should stay hidden underneath the ground and never be buried up, but secrets never can stay hidden for quite long. Alyson Ellington is Eleanor's best friend. The friend who is always by her side and always backing up Eleanor for everything and anything, but the more and more their friendship continues the further she finds herself deeper in her best friend's façade. Where lays the ugliest truth ever.

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.

— in denial (noun) : refusing to admit the truth or reality of something unpleasant .

-Sequel to Unnatural- Iris finally found out all the questions she was seeking for, now knowing everything she does will endanger everyone she loves and cares about deeply. With her love against her and the world crumbling under every second that ticks by she has to finish this sick "game" that was created. Even if it means at her own risk, even when she finally realizes how many things she's been denying in her life. Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

How strange to think all the world. The deserts, the seas, the sweeping tropical storms, the hurricanes, those never sleeping cities. How strange to think of all the cosmos. The dying stars, the consuming black holes, the far flung galaxies, and the brink of reality. How strange to think that I sit here alone. In a room in a house, one day of a month and think and think. Of you and you alone; one person amongst it all.