Everly Winter hasn't had a day without responsibility in years. Between dealing with her newly divorced parents and watching out for a suicidal best friend, Everly never has time for herself. But then Jace Wasson comes along, self-contained and enigmatic. He doesn't give Everly the best first impression, but the two of them just can't seem to stay away from each other. Everly finds herself falling- falling in love with someone who she never expected to like the slightest bit.

Imagine that on your twenty first birthday you wake up with the name of your soulmate tattooed on your wrist. It could be anyone - your best friend, your neighbour, your teacher or a someone you have never met. When Nadia Wolfe wakes up on her twenty first birthday to see the name of an unknown man on her wrist instead of the name of her beloved boyfriend, she is devastated. Unable to deal with the thought of having to spend the rest of her life with a stranger she runs away only to find out that you can never really truly run away from your destiny.

"She's shy," Brooke shrugged, glancing at Indianna who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in the classroom. "Well, come on, I don't bite," Greyson urged and Indianna stiffened, just like before. "Don't talk about that," Indianna said, her voice was still quiet but it was firm. "Struck a nerve have I?" Greyson wondered and smirked. "Somebody likes it kinky." * Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one, the shy one. She was always the one that stayed in the background. She blended in, never got noticed. She liked it like that. So when she's forced to move schools, she is not happy. Everyone notices a new kid, she didn't want that attention. Especially not from Mr Bad Boy who seemed to be very interested in her. COMPLETE ! Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf Sequel: Defeated Prequel: Confident *This is being edited*

They reminded me of Peter Pan's Lost Boys, wild and rebellious, but all grown up in a way that could only be described in one word: sexy.

I was brought up in to thinking they were the enemy. In order to ensure our survival, they had to die. That's how my mom died; ripped to shreds by these insane creatures. It caused my father to push my training even harder, and soon, I learned to be a killer- just like him. Even so, I could never make myself kill another living creature; even if they were supernatural. Seeing the light leave their eyes as their souls left their bodies... just the thought made me want to vomit. That's what made me different, despite my genes, I was not a hunter and I knew I never would be. But, my father didn't need to know that. My kindness would be my downfall, my enemy would become my family, and my family would become my killers. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦