Being named after Aphrodite should have been a blessing. But knowing Dite's luck, it might have been a curse. Because with this name came the relentless need to associate herself in anything involving the trigger words "crush", "type", and "boys". With a database that she'd created using some inside sources (student council), she obtained a God-like power with matchmaking to the extreme, earning her the very original title: the Maker. But what happens when a certain curly-haired brunet decides to blackmail her in return for help? Could it be a recipe for disaster or love? Carter Rivera thinks love. Dite Everson says disaster.

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She's a girl obsessed with the idea of death and anything dark. He's a guy, that just screams darkness. He has a secret, she wasn't supposed to see. ☆☆☆☆ The cold sharp silver enters my body, sending chills and goosebumps all over. Still staring into his eyes, they're filled with anger and jealousy. I search them for any sign of regret, but there's none at all. I drop my mouth open in shock, no scream will come out. He pulls away from my body, leaving it there. Falling back into the brick wall crouched over

This is the one where the principal gets his jollies by recruiting two stubborn violent know-it-alls for an assignment that ends up in...well, you know. But before we go there, you also need to know that: (1) Jake Kincaid harbors a completely rational, completely justified amount of dislike towards Kayla Jackson. (2) She hates him because he's being mean. Now, if only them teenage hormones got that.

Emily Smith is not a normal teen, she's a spy in training thrust into a life where everything is Classified. Her mother is training her in the ways of Espionage and Stealing. Emily may not be the best spy/thief ever, but she knows when something is not right. Her classified life suddenly becomes way more complicated when Emily meets a seemingly normal boy on a practice session who shows up again halfway across the world on a another one. Can Emily figure out what this boy is up to? How will she face the dangers along the way? Lucky for you, that information is not classified. "My phone between us flashed with a new text message and I grabbed it lightning fast and opened the text up. The screen before me only held two words, but those words shook me to my core. I dropped the phone like it was on fire and Christina picked it up immediately. 'Hello, Emily." she read. 'Em, did you-' 'I didn't tell him my name.'"