Treasure Island follows young Jim Hawkins, who finds himself owner of a map to Treasure Island, where the fabled pirate booty is buried; honest Captain Smollett, heroic Dr. Livesey, and the good-hearted but obtuse Squire Trelawney, who help Jim on his quest for the treasure; the frightening Blind Pew, double-dealing Israel Hands, and seemingly mad Ben Gunn, buccaneers of varying shades of menace; and, of course, garrulous, affable, ambiguous Long John Silver, who is one moment a friendly, laughing, one-legged sea-cook . . .and the next a dangerous pirate leader. The unexpected and complex relationship that develops between Silver and Jim helps transform what seems at first to be a simple, rip-roaring adventure story into a deeply moving study of a boy’s growth into manhood, as he learns hard lessons about friendship, loyalty, courage and honor—and the uncertain meaning of good and evil.

On Christmas Eve, around 1812, Pip, an orphan who is about six years old, encounters an escaped convict in the village churchyard while visiting the graves of his mother, father, and siblings. The convict scares Pip into stealing food and a file to grind away his shackles, from the home he shares with his abusive older sister and her kind, passive husband Joe Gargery, a blacksmith. The next day, soldiers recapture the convict while he is engaged in a fight with another convict; the two are returned to the prison ships from which they escaped...

Ashley Davies is an up and coming female attorney in big city Los Angeles. Her career and sanity are put on the line when she is asked to represent Spencer Dennison, who is accused of murdering her husband. Can Ashley figure out who really killed Spencer's husband and keep her feelings she's getting for her client at bay before time runs out?

As a freshman at Silas University, Mary Ringwold is quickly getting used to the weird. If anything, she thrives on it, absorbing the university's strange traditions and rituals like a sponge and embracing them wholeheartedly. Or, at least, she was enjoying until the girls across the hall decided to get up to something hinky and deprive Mary of her beauty sleep. Kept up late into the night, Mary decides to theorize about the strange noises, and then to investigate them. Braving several trips to the library, Mary discovers the dark history of the dorm she calls home and decides that the best thing to do when faced with compelling evidence of a haunting is to befriend the ghost. [A Canon extension of The Carmilla Series]

A mysterious and beautiful woman, Carmilla, visits the young and virtuous Laura, who lives in an isolated castle. What is the connection between the two women? What are the undisclosed secrets of Carmilla's past? As the two become close friends, Laura dreams of nocturnal visitations and slowly begins to lose her physical strength. When the gruesome truth is revealed, will it be too late or not? Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu's flowing prose, compelling narration and hypnotic sensuality are bound to bewitch the readers.

Bree Turner is 18, and just starting college. Because she was late getting accepted to college, there were no dorms left available and she has to find someone who's looking for a roommate. What she doesn't expect is for her to be so attracted to her roommate, in ways she's never been attracted to anyone. Can she fight her attraction to Lily or will she give in and let them be happy?

[COMPLETED& SLOWLY BEING EDITED] Slowly, very slowly, she's mending a broken heart that she hates with a passion but doesn't let anyone see that side of her and a past that she can't escape. Not only that, returning back home where her misery began, everything seems impossible to run away. Especially when secrets are being said and Rhea's life becomes a spiral of misery, unwanted sympathy, and unacceptable love. But can this love mend this broken heart or would the past come crashing down, crushing her even more? Put a broken friendship, an ex-girlfriend back in the picture, a stubborn, homophobic father, with a spice of a deadly secret Rhea kept for four years into the mix results into deadly chaos. But as bruises come and go, Rhea must face the decision that could lead her to end it all: the pain and the heartache. To mend a broken heart, you must drink to the fullest to rid the pain...well, that's what Rhea convinces herself to do... © Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.