Annelise lives a normal, slightly hectic life like any other college student does. There's only one difference : she's an Assassin by night. (cliche, yes yes, but you gotta read it cause it's bit different.) The thing is, she doesn't kill the people she's assigned to get. She lives as peacefully as anyone with a double life does. That is, until someone in the assassin's network starts giving out many assssin's real names and, for some, it starts showing their pictures. Fingers start pointing at her, and the rest is history.

When Lauren's mother died, her abusive father looks to her to play the role of house wife and bedmate. Lauren finds a way to escape it all when she meets local barbershop owner and Kingpin Rio.

Life as a were-cat isn't an easy one...living amongst a pride of were-cats as the runt is unbearable. Meet Christina, a were-cat who's looked down upon by her pride because of the simple fact that she exists. Forced to be the runt of her pride, she dreams of a life on her own, running and roaming free, just to do as she pleases. Is it possible to free herself from her pride? And when she does, can she remain free, or does she have to fight her way to her freedom?

Lilly was considered the runt of her pack. Nobody saw her as anything more than the ugly duckling but she was more than that. She was a caterpillar that hadnt changed into the beautiful butterfly she was meant to be. People insulted her, pushed her around, excluded her from pack activities and sometimes just ignored her completely. She takes it all in until one day she gets fed up and leaves planning to return only when the time was right.

When Parker Kingsley was thirteen years old her best friend disappeared without a trace. It's been four years since Avery vanished and Parker is finally beginning to move on with her life. But at the beginning of the last week of the school year, something unimaginable happens; Avery returns. And she's bringing a whole lot of hell back with her. Cover made by @saddened

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.