Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

(The sequel to Inamorata) Death has long been a subject that preys upon Nightingale's mind. Her life has never been a safe one, not with her past in the bordello and her occupation as a government agent. Death has always been close to her; she used to long for it in her suffering, and now she fears that it will take away her happiness, but it has always been her own life she has worried for. But when the life of someone else suddenly hangs in the balance, she will be forced to choose between love and morality.