The Nobles, that's what everyone who had a heartbeat at Mentorist High called them. They were the definition of superior and undeniable beauty. A boy, no a man, who exuded power and confidence and played girls almost as good as they played sports. And of course, weren't too bad to look at. They were in need of a three and one cold blooded murderer fit the script to Ire's horror. Ire is seen as a prune, boring some might say. She would rather read a book than to drool over The Nobles and who they played with. All she wanted was the worse night of her life to disappear and that's exactly what didn't happen. She was the only witness and he wanted her to forget. And not just by looking at his, drool-worthy-tattooed-golden-yes-daddy-body.

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"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

Leaving behind everything she's ever known, Emilee enters a world of high glamour and even higher stakes. The new freedom that comes with being a part of the Famoux is intoxicating, but behind the perfect image lies an ugly truth - being popular is a matter of life or death. ***** Out of the wreckage of environmental collapse, the country of Delicatum emerged. Its most popular celebrities are the Famoux, uniquely beautiful stars of a reality TV show called the Fishbowl. In a world still recovering from catastrophe, they provide a 24/7 distraction. Sixteen-year-old Emilee Laurence is obsessed with the Famoux - they provide a refuge from her troubled home life and the bullies at school. When she receives an unimaginable offer to become a member herself, she takes it. But soon she realizes that fame can be deadly... Content and trigger warning: This story depicts mental health issues and contains scenes of violence. [[word count: 350,000-400,000 words]]

Book 1 of 3 [ C O M P L E T E D ] Most people dream of the stars and the things that come from them. They even have the infamous saying "Shoot for the moon; even if you do not succeed, you will be among stars." But no one ever dreams of what happens, if you actually meet the things that come from the stars and if it is, they can only imagine little green martians. It's just never thought about. Except now they've come. Except now those things are here. And they need Earth females to reproduce. ~*~ Published: Dec 26, 2014 Completed: July 8, 2015 Cover: me

On the exterior, twins Acelyn and Brooklyn Smith seem like normal teenage girls, but in actuality, they are far from. Normalcy is crushed in a mere few seconds as they narrowly manage to escape their demise; having a set destination, the twins run away to their old family vacation house. They never anticipated the knock on the door, nor what they were getting into. Their life only gets curiouser and curiouser as they begin to learn of a prophecy— a prophecy that entails twins cast out of their homeland and down to earth as infants to be safe while their home was at war. As their eighteenth birthday nears, Brooklyn and Acelyn start to notice they share shocking parallels with the myth foretold, but could that just be coincidence? In a matter of weeks, their lives take an even more dramatic twist for the dark. The prophecy rings true; with indecision, love, and lies, they set out upon a perilous journey to save their lives, their people, and their world. But can they really be sure of their judgement? When lines are crossed, truths are blurred, and morality has different meaning, it begins to complicate things. After all, you can never become truly holy unless you have the opportunity to be definitively wicked. © Elizabeth Elliott and Alexis Neal, all rights reserved 2014

Evangelina Virgo had finally escaped an ugly past, and was now living a secure, happy, normal life. She was a college student with a well-paying job, and her best friend was secretly in love with her. All of that was shattered when one night, death creeped in and wrapped its unforgiving hands around her. Enter Roman -- an extremely good-looking demon who is seeking redemption. He saves Eve from dying by bonding his soul to hers, but unbeknownst to him, this comes with severe side-effects. When they are united again, her past is brought to light and Eve discovers things she never knew. Roman needs Eve's innocence to save his soul, but are there ulterior motives? Why would a demon want his soul back? When two Fae appear to warn Roman that the Prince of Hell, Barbatos, is dying to get his hands on precious little Eve for reasons that nobody is able to determine, the question of why arises. The archangels are making unexpected apperances and even Eve's own guardian angel. Raziel and Roman can't see eye to eye on anything except for Eve's safety. The girl begins to question her choice for this journey; she gets deeper and deeper into things she can't possibly understand, and finds out more about herself, who she is, and why her soul was chosen. Keep your eyes open, run fast, and don't let the hellhounds catch your scent, because hell is on high alert. Fantasy #749, General Fiction #761 © Elizabeth Elliott and Layla Neal, all rights reserved 2014

Twist Rhodes doesn’t remember anything about her life before she was dropped in Bob and Sylvia Rhodes’ Kansas cornfield. She doesn’t want to remember. But now the nightmare that has been with her for as long as she can remember is getting worse. Her memories may be coming back. All she knows is that she doesn’t want to remember. She just wants to be normal, despite the fact that she can read the thought dust other people leave behind on things they touch. But it doesn’t look like normal is what fate has in store for her.