Over one hundred years into the future, corruption has wreaked havoc on the overwhelming majority of rulers and governments. What once used to be a free world, now is dominated by the Government - consisting of a small handful of Owners. Owners like Zayn. The rest of the population is enslaved. There is no in-between; no middle class. Either you're wealthy, or you're bound within the chains of slavery. If you're lucky, you might be able to live a few years, maybe even your whole life well hidden - free - but in fear. But if you're like Abigail, your smallest mistake could become your biggest nightmare. Snatched off the streets, Abby is sold to one of the richest, most powerful and attractive men in the world, Zayn Malik. Abby would've easily been another female slave, forced to do Zayn's every bidding. Except for one thing. Abby held something sacred. Something that even the most powerful, manipulative, and handsome man wouldn't mess with.

She never talked and he wondered why. © MCMALIK

Some nights, he looked back and counted the bodies, all those lives he had ruined simply by existing. So he chose to stop existing. © 2015 wildflowerveins #Wattys2015

They call us the Pyros. We are just like Them-in size, in manner, in form. We speak the same language. We walk by the same synchrony of nerve and flesh and bone, and more importantly-intention. One leg out in front of the other. Switching legs, and repeating. We breathe the same way as Them - the involuntary movement of muscle, the rising of our chests, the filling of our lungs. We may require more oxygen than Them, but in the end, oxygen is a luxury indispensable to both kinds. We share the same senses, for the most part. The sense of taste, of smell, of sight. The sense of hearing-listening to the melodious sounds of nature, music, and laughter intertwined with the cacophony of the city during the day, and the wolves that howl at night. We share the sense of touch-of intimacy, of sensation, of emotion. And the sense of betrayal, and the agony that accompanies it. My mother used to say that the Humans had accidentally destroyed their past home, and had nowhere to go. They needed a place to stay, and We had our home to offer. We welcomed them to Ignis, with open arms, and all-too-trusting smiles. I don't believe in accidents. And subsequently, betrayal became the only sense We knew. -- It was only a matter of time before Humans completely destroyed the Earth. With the weapons they amassed, and the pollution that wreaked havoc on the environment- it was in inevitable their home would become uninhabitable. That was the genesis of the Great Migration. Hundreds of millions of Humans were relocated to the distant planet of Ignis, pre-inhabited by the native Ignites, a superhuman species. At first, there was unity. Ignites and Humans lived peacefully among each other, without problems. Then, there was discrimination. And then, there was genocide.

***WARNING: scenes of a SEXUAL context.*** Twitter: @Atlantis094 :] After a horrible shipwreck, Tarini is separated from her boyfriend, Sebastian. She washes up on shore, stranded on an unknown island. A mysterious, but nonetheless handsome prince saves her. But he refuses to let her leave. Tarini is desperate to escape, knowing deep down that Sebastian is alive somewhere. But as she learns more about the mysterious prince's past, she begins to care for him, maybe even more than she ever did for Sebastian... P.S. THIS BOOK IS UNEDITED SO THERE ARE MANY TYPOS AND ERRORS. I HAVE DEBATED DELETING THIS BOOK SINCE I DON'T LIKE IT AS MUCH AS I DID WHEN I FIRST WROTE IT, BUT I'VE DECIDED TO KEEP IT.

"Skin like porcelain, hair silky and long, manners be perfect, or you'll surely be gone." (cover by moonxriver)

[COMPLETED ✓] A story about an immortal boy who has forgotten how to love and an innocent girl who helps him to remember. Copyright © 2012 mesmereyes All Rights Reserved [Cover made by: Myself]