Vera has lost everything. Her home, and almost all of her family and friends by assassinations. Now, she lives with her grandma and grandpa in a small house by the woods. Her grandpa has told her very few things about why their family and friends are so vital for this group to kill. She needs to find out the truth but her grandfather won't tell her the whole story, or who is committing the crimes. She thinks she might have an idea of the people who might have done this, but then, suddenly, a tragic accident keeps her from ever finding out. In her moments of sorrow at the funeral, she is near losing sanity with rage, and sadness. Storming outside to get some fresh air, she sees a a cloaked dark figure with menacing red eyes come toward her. He says he's been watching her and that he might be able to help her get the revenge she so deeply desires. He said to call him the Emotional Overrider. Desperate, she takes the deal unforseeing what was going to happen next. The dark figure possesses her, her soul becoming an unmatchable mass of dark power. He controls her when her emotions go out of check, but still, he whispers facts and names of the people who killed her friends and family. Will she be able to control this new "ally" and herself? Will she be able to find the answers she's looking for? And will she be able to get rid of them when and if she does? Read to find out.

{Sequel to Elisabeth Marie} "There are SEVEN of you?" I asked again, not really believing. "Yeah," he replied, grinning. "You got a problem with that?" *** A little over a year ago, I didn't dare to dream of going outside. I certainly never would have thought that I would end up in a city that I knew virtually nothing about and absolutely no one, a complete stranger. Yet here I was. *Formerly titled 'Who's the Fairest'?* ******************** Copyright © 2015 by Holly Ruth || Hollyruth All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental. If you see anyone copying this book, please let me know by a private message on wattpad or at my email, holly-ruth@hotmail.com. Thanks!

I looked down at the cars on the road and the people way down on the sidewalk. They looked like they were having fun.... I mentally slapped myself. "No," I said aloud. "You like it up here," I told myself, trying to smother the little spark inside of me that I knew wanted to just jump right off the balcony. __________________________________________________________ According to Mother, the only time that I ever left this apartment was when I was born in a hospital a few blocks away. My entire world view is limited to whatever I can see from our 37th story penthouse, which, honestly, isn't much. Mother thought that she controlled every aspect of my life. She was wrong. *formerly titled 'Let Down Your Hair'* ******************** Copyright © 2013 by Holly Ruth || Hollyruth If you see anyone copying this book, please let me know by a private message on wattpad. Thanks!