After leaving Lockwood & Co. at the end of The Hollow Boy, Lucy is a freelance operative, hiring herself out to agencies that value her ever-improving skills. One day she is pleasantly surprised by a visit from Lockwood, who tells her he needs a good Listener for a tough assignment. Penelope Fittes, the leader of the giant Fittes Agency wants them--and only them--to locate and remove the Source for the legendary Brixton Cannibal. They succeed in their very dangerous task, but tensions remain high between Lucy and the other agents. Even the skull in the jar talks to her like a jilted lover. What will it take to reunite the team? Black marketeers, an informant ghost, a Spirit Cape that transports the wearer, and mysteries involving Steve Rotwell and Penelope Fittes just may do the trick. But, in a shocking cliffhanger ending, the team learns that someone has been manipulating them all along. . . .

What if I told you that we live in a dream so real you might not see it's flaws? What if everything you thought was the work your own imagination? A villain who's power is inside of all our heads, a never before seen world and never before seen universe's too. My name is Daniel, and I'm the last Dream Escaper, what a is a dream escaper you might ask? you wouldn't understand it much, it's a some kind of entity that can travel to the Dream Universe. But it would be better if you start with the story that I have to tell you, because, oh god, things take quite a turn in my "normal" life. Remember to vote or comment if you like the story!

(Book 2) Community connotes safety, togetherness. But does it? When Bailey and Chloe head back on the road, they come across strange markings belonging to a group intent on bloodshed and abduction. With a heinous enemy lurking in the shadows, they find help in new and old friends along the way. Together when they finally find Hargrove, all isn't what it seems with the make-shift, post-apocalyptic community. People are turning up dead and for once, zombies aren't the only ones to blame. Fingers are pointed, everyone becomes a suspect and no one is safe outside or inside these walls. Copyright © 2015 by N_D_Iverson All Rights Reserved. (Warning: This is the unedited, raw first draft) **Edited and expanded edition available for sale on Amazon and all other eBook retailers!**

Who is he? Where is he ? What happened to him? What is happening to him ? Waking up a couple of days ago and not knowing who you are is pretty hard on Jack . He has powers , that he doesn't know about yet . A group hunting down his kind . If he even have a species. Will he find his true love . Will he find his children. Find out in this science and romance fiction

A sequel to Family Comes First by Mason FitzGibbon After Carrie telling the detectives about the abuse Tommy put her through, a search is out for Tommy and Jimmy. Julie is trying her best to keep the family's traditions secret, but the detectives have been in the basement. She gets caught up in a web of lies and has to clear her name so that she isn't charged for murder. Jimmy wants Julie and Hunter back. Julie moves in with Carrie and she tries her best to suppress her anger toward Carrie. The story is told as a mashup of Julie and Jimmy's POV *The photo used for the cover is not mine. If anyone knows the photographer please message me*

The city was going wild. People--including Harley--were huddled around TVs in shop windows. There were two news anchors sitting at their desk, talking about how a crazed man went and bit and killed someone in Europe. And then how it started to spread. But as he was speaking, Harley looked over to the woman on the screen. She had clawmarks all over her unusually pale skin and her breathing was unsteady and rapid. Almost. . . desperate. But then the screen blackened. The city had never been calm, but as the mysterious illness started to spread here, the military came, shooting anyone in sight. Undead or alive, it didn't matter. To them, one less person alive was one less potential walking corpse. Harley was hiding behind the dumpster, facing her makeshift tent that she had called her home for about a year. All she could hear behind her was screaming, crying, and gunshots. °•°•°•° Mature content: gore and strong language