#1 in Innerbeauty #17 in ugly #56 in Firststory Fallon looks in the mirror and sees flaky skin, dull eyes, and hair the colour of mud. No matter what products she uses or how often she washes, she remains unappealing and zombie-like. This is the witch-craft of Brooks, an old, degrading witch with a magnificent cackle - AKA, Fallon's mother. She locked a curse on Fallon which would make her seem ugly to herself but not to others, all because she was jealous of her daughter's youth. Consequently, Fallon hides herself in hoodies and baggy shirts. After all, she knows she's the ugly duckling and doesn't want to torture other people who have to lay eyes on her. If this is the case, however, why does one girl in particular strive to become her friend even after seeing Fallon minus the barriers of clothing? Did she see the ugly duckling as the swan she was inside? And maybe, just possibly, with a boy causing a few drops of love to be added to the cauldron, Fallon's twisted potion of a life could become complete. Began: 22nd March 2015 Completed: 23rd January 2016 (+306) Cover credit: biaswrecker_tae

-COMPLETE original version PLUS first half of new version!- "I don't know what to do," I admitted for the first time to both her and myself. "I don't know how to maintain this without fucking something up. I don't know how to keep spending time with you without setting a bad example or slipping up in front of my Family." Violet sat up and turned to face me. "I can't answer that for you," she said with a sad smile. "But I can go. I can make this easier, stay out of your way for a while." She stood on her knees between my legs, close, but not touching, and watched me with those wide, ocean eyes. I should have told her to go- listened to her suggestion and put some real distance between us. It would have been smarter, safer. But it would feel like cutting off my own hands. "I don't want that," I murmured, and reached for her waist. (excerpt from new version) --- Vengeance. Vendetta. Violence. These three words are all Violet Harcourt knows. For years, her world has been centered around killing Bill Pfeiffer, the hitman who murdered her father and sister. She's learned the criminal underground inside and out while masquerading as a quiet art student, bringing her closer and closer to her target. Now, it's time to blow her cover, and Bill Pfeiffer's brains out. Vitale Fierro lives a carefree life at the top of the Salvaggi Mafia. Business has been good, and Chicago isn't a bad place to call home when you're a professional criminal. But when a girl with purple hair murders the Family's prized hitman, he's given the responsibility of what to do with her. To kill, or not to kill seems to be the ultimate question- one he must answer while managing a promotion, taking down a rival Family, and trying not to fall in love. Book 1 of the Rough Love Novels

Best friend ko si Reeve since... forever. But when I was six and he was ten, his family had to go back to London. Before he left, he promised me that we would remain friends no matter what. Mahirap sa una. Pero habang tumatanda kami, nagaadvance din naman ang technology. Fourteen years later, meron nang Viber, Wechat at kung anu-ano pa! Keeping in touch with him became as easy as breathing and we constantly updated each other about the happenings in our lives. But we had two rules: 1) No sending each other pictures through email, Facebook or Twitter and no Facetime or Skype. Why? Because we promised we'd see each other again someday and we wanted to make that moment special. 2) We'll never keep any secrets from each other. Number 2, was a promise I kept but it seemed that Reeve had a lot of secrets. Hindi naman gaanong big deal para sakin. Even if he had secrets, he'll still be my best friend. But was 'friendship' really all there was? Or was there more? Perhaps, what we had was actually a long distance-love affair and that distance is just a number? Credits to @soelklauser for the cover!

Delinquent, Reject, Prodigy. Orphaned Rosemary Adams manages to find a family only to be tossed aside when she's wrongly accused of vandalism. She's sent to a boarding school for delinquent kids where her natural abilities for the piano are discovered and for the next few years, her only focus is music. But when her agent dies in a car accident, Rose vows to never touch a piano again. Now, on her own and enrolled in a public school, can she keep her vow? Will the thrill of rock music make her change her mind? Or will Mac Parker, lead singer in a rock band scare her away? This story is a spin off of Playing Evelyn.

Alan had lived a life full of no love, which caused him to grow up not expecting anything from anyone and not feeling anything for anyone. It seemed like he would continue to live out his days without feeling any emotion... but then he died. However, it wasn't the end for him. The next thing Alan knew, he was opening his eyes, looking up at his ordinary poor mother in a run-down shack, in a world that he knew nothing about. How does Alan learn to survive in a world surrounded by magic, mages, and royalty? Also, what about his love for cats?

Rex is a shapeshifter and the prince of the Black Blood tribe. He is ordered by his father to find a mate, but there is a problem, to him girls just smell wrong... This story contains gaylove, sex, erotic, mushyness, shapeshifters, fiction.