What can a slave girl do when she's but a pawn in a game of kings? Sent to infiltrate the enemy kingdom as the new bride of the King of Palandyre, Cinclair has only one goal in mind: the prize is her freedom, the price is his life, and the task is murder. But the man she must kill ignites in her a fire she cannot quench, sends her blood racing with the first flash of his grin and the tilt of his brow, and it feels like a dagger in her gut to see him falling for a mask she wears and the lies she's spun, because one more day his passion grows means one less day that he may live. As stakes climb higher and the war drums pound louder outside the castle walls, the hour of his death draws unforgivably near. But the heart cannot kill what the heart beats for... and her heart beats for his. [ cover by @VaineLuchia ]

Gracey Adams - Human - shy - girly - smart - Fiesty Blake Green - werewolf - loud - arrogant - popular - soon to be alpha. After moving to Toronto Gracey uncovers a world of things she thought could only exist in fairytales. Vampires, hybrids, and.........werewolves? With her parents divorced she thought her life was already complicated. But nothing can compare to her life now filled with drama tragedy and............. a werewolf mate?

New technology is being developed every single day and is advancing at a rapid pace. One day, a small group of scientists decided they want to try out their new gaming technology by testing it on people through a game called Town of Salem, getting people to sign up by saying they consent to being used as a test subject in the Terms and Conditions. Jaclyn is a simple, regular girl having a simple, regular day. Of course, as most teens do, she got bored with homework. So, she turned on a game called Town of Salem and very quickly learned she was playing more than just a game of strategy. She was playing a game with the lives of other people at stake.

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.