As soon as you turn sixteen, the Timekeeper is inserted on the inside of your wrist. It's a countdown, showing days, hours, minutes, seconds. Until what, you might ask? Until you meet your soul mate. Candice Smith has only just turned sixteen, and is looking forward to finding her soul mate. But things don't turn out exactly how she thought they would. Find your soul mate, and you should fall in love at first sight right? Wrong. Jase Williams isn't who she pictured as her soul mate, not even close. They are complete opposites, surely there has been a mistake? Between lies, betrayal, and tears, will Candice and Jase end up falling for each other? Or will Candice fall for someone else? (disclaimer: this story is unedited and contains some course language) [ cover by @goodgirlfaiths ]

In the fall of 2010, sixteen teenagers suddenly vanished without a trace from a small suburban town in the Midwest. Each one was sixteen years old. There were no witnesses, no ransom notes, no clues whatsoever as to what happened to them. The community was devastated and the police were baffled until they all suddenly reappeared, sixteen weeks later with extraordinary new powers and no memory of where they had been or what was coming next. ** PLEASE NOTE - this is a rough draft of a future full length novel - it is ON HOLD right now

Detective Jackson Wolfe thought he had stepped into the pages of a comic book. The first indication was the unlikely partner he'd been paired with. Macy Grey was a seemingly naive, annoying-yet-beautiful blonde Betty Boop. He was further astounded when he learned the nature of their department. He had been assigned to the highly confidential and brand new V.S.I.D... or The Vigilante and Super-human Investigations Department. Wait... what? Did old Chief Munson have a sense of humor after all? Were they pranking the "new kid on the block"? Jackson didn't buy it. "Go forth! Track down and arrest thee Spiderman... and his cohorts!". Well, it was no prank. What's more, it didn't prove to be an easy task. The alleged "super-powered" vigilantes were apparently much better equipped and far better trained than the police or F.B.I's most valued and effective members. This just fueled the desire to put a stop to them. After all, no one should be allowed to apprehend criminals without doing mountains of paperwork!

The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.