Callie Gorstein has always tried to hide behind her hood. She's afraid as to how people will react if they see her ugly burn mark from a previous house fire. However she soon learns from a mysterious boy that there are worse things than accidentally causing a fire that she thinks killed her Mom. Callie is desperate to find the evidence that she didn't do it, that she's innocent. But more than ever, she want to win back her Father's love. With the help of a boy who expirienced far worse, and the hope to hope, Callie plunges into a past in which she never dreamed of going back to.

*This story is under construction. You are not advised to read it yet. I'll tell you when it's ready, though. Read at your own risk.* Dreams, when tried to be remembered, are supposedly dark - the kind of darkness wherein you could see nothing. But in lucid dreams, one sees vivid things, one could remember it, and one could be seeing colors. In fact, in lucid dreams, you can do anything you want. You can fly a Pegasus, attend Sky High, or even go face to face with Voldemort or Smaug and get through them without a single scar on your face. The best part is that you wake up remembering all of them - like they happened in your real life. Petula Carter knows how it feels: she can control her dreams. And in her dreams, she wishes to reunite with her faded loved one. But never in her mind she would find something else. Something deeper. Something colorful. And something that could be real.

James Wilson is just one of eight men at the center of an intricate plot surrounding downtown San Francisco on the night of July 2nd. When the 24-year-old checks into his room at one of the city's swankiest hotels, his life is inexplicably altered. Later that night, a ski masked man crashes through his room with a cocked and loaded gun, but refuses to kill him. This sets off a chain of mysterious events at different locations in San Francisco, all leading to one climax. The difference between James and the other men in the plan? James has no idea what's going on. And somehow, he seems to be the only one that can stop it. Read to find out what happens---all in One Night in San Francisco.

When Hannah Trimester's high school suffers from an outbreak of Chlamydia, she thinks it is her chance to write an award winning article that will get her into the school of her dreams. But finding the truth isn't easy. With other problems on the line such as grades, prom, graduation, and boys, Hannah quickly learns that tracing this STD to its source is something she wasn't quite prepared for. [Not suitable for people under 13 at all or the fainthearted. Some drugs, sexual references, and cursing.]

My heart hammers in my chest. Fire trails down my spine. My shoulders contort, my back stretches, my face breaks... I fight him. I struggle. I rage. And still I am being taken. My sight fades. The sharp tang of blood is an endless. The world around me is nothing but the black of my own insanity and I am dying. It mocks me. I cry at it, cry my anger, my sadness, my pain, and it hangs listlessly in the sky, suspended by heartstrings and I know I want nothing more than to cut them and take it from it's sparkling home in the sky and hold it out to my brother and say, "You see? You see what this had made me become?" And then running. Running and running and running and, then, red.

Ellette's dreams are unnaturally real. For years she has found them to be the perfect escape, the solution to a life that has been, at times, a nightmare. When she comes across a man from a dream in her waking life, he turns out to be just that; a dream come true. With finding him, she is forced to realize that her dreams overlap into reality, sometimes in frightening ways. Will she be able to control this strange ability before she awakens to find her life in pieces once more?

Sophia Daniels lives to hunt and kill; merciless to heartless vampires. After all, she is a slayer. When she meets a local student-teacher, they meet eye to eye. Instant knowledge of eachother's complicated and irregular lives leads their lives colliding, as an unintentional relationship grows. Follow Sophia as she travels through the impossible, and close one of the most victorious mysteries of all time. "To seek mercy as a criminal is equivalent to slaying a child merciless." - Sophia Daniels

Katie: The pressure to be pretty. Nathan: The pressure to provide. Paige: The pressure to be loved. Aiden: The pressure to be perfect. Jocelyn: The pressure to be accepted. Everyone has a pressure. What's yours?

Calypso is on the run. From her past. From her present. From everything. Brandon is stuck in a rut. He knows what he wants to do with himself, but does nothing to get himself there. When the two collide in the streets of New York they begin a whirlwind adventure that neither of them could have seen coming.

I never felt wanted - or loved for that matter - since I was little. You see my parents divorced when I was little, if you consider my dad running out on us a divorce. Then yes, they were divorced. It wasn't until years later that my mom stopped looking at me. She told me "it was all my fault" that dad left and after a while, I began to believe her. As I grew older I found my mom's love for me had vanished. That's when I changed. I felt that if my own mother couldn't love me, then who could. Over the course of time I changed everything about myself. I changed my whole wardrobe, my hairstyle, even my body. I changed so much, that by the age of sixteen, I lost my virginity to a boy who was just using me. I cried myself to sleep for months after that - I still do. Time has passed and I still pretend that I'm not bothered by other girls' remarks about me. How they call me a “whore” and “worthless”. I put up with it all because I think - no, I know - it's true. I'm seventeen now and I feel myself drowning in a pool of my problems. I need to be saved: Not from my past, but from myself.