Can a natural killer learn to be human again? Regan's unique talent for murder makes her a perfect assassin. After a lethal encounter leaves her broken body washed up on a beach, she finds herself adopted by a group of teenage bodyguards. She doesn't intend to stay for long, but soon Regan finds herself faced with a choice: become a hero or stay a villain? *** The boy played with the flat brim of the cap in his hands and looked around the room. He sat back in his chair, trying to look casual, but the heel of his hi-top sneaker drummed rapidly on the concrete floor. Regan sat opposite him with her legs crossed and her hands folded on her tartan skirt. She watched him without a word and brushed a strand of blue-dyed hair behind her ear. Somehow this seemed to unsettle him more. 'Calm down,' she said. 'It's just murder.' *** Author's Note: Darkness Girl: Trickster God is represented by Louise Fury from The Bent Agency. P.S. The epic cover was made by Paul Kopetko (you can stalk him at paulkopetko.com). Enjoy!

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

Rose Black is a seventeen year old girl who has a haunted past. She moves to a new town called, Kings Village and doesn't want want to attract attention to herself. However, that's not as easy as she thought when she runs into a gang of boys who are known as the 'Knights of Kings Village.' She wants to keep her past hidden, but struggles to when a certain gang member, Mark Taylor has his eyes set on her. If that's not bad enough, she is forced to be apart of something she never wanted and certainly did not expect. As time goes on, she is torn between two things, telling the truth and lying. She struggles to make up her mind as she knows that the outcome could get in the way of a blossoming relationship. ~~The Knights of Kings Village Series.~~

Deana Carter has always been superstitious and cynical. She's always waiting for the other shoe to drop and expecting the inevitable - disappointment. So, when she meets Matthew Stewart, she can't help her cynicism. It's all too good to be true. However, she begins to warm up to the thoughts of happily ever after . . . until she's standing alone in the wedding chapel - an abandoned bride. She quickly curls back into her dark jaded hole of negativity and becomes caustic, putting all her energy and thoughts into her work. Then, news about the merger comes to light. Her company is merging with the top graphic design company in the country. She doesn't put much thought to it and immerses herself in her work even more. And then she meets Jeremy Harrington . . . . .

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

While in the E.R. at Mercy Hospital, Noah meets a strange boy by the name of Tyson, who seems to be a walking contradiction. On the outside he seems cold and distant, yet when he sees Noah in the waiting room with her hand bleeding, he comes over to help her and stays by her side the whole time. When they part that night, both think they'll never see each other again. But, when Noah goes back to school after summer break she finds out that Tyson is the new student. And more surprising still, he acts like he's never seen her before and treats her coldy. Confused, Noah tries to figure out what his deal is, and it does't help that they've been paired together for a class assignment that will take the whole year to complete. ((INITIAL DRAFT))

What has pushed you to believe taking your life is the answer? Are you really going to do it? What happens when death isn't as peaceful as you expected? What if a Reaper gives you something of an ultimatum? Witness first-hand what your death has brought to those around you, or remain wandering as a lost soul until you reach the point of insanity. "You can take your life, but what about the people around you? Aren't you taking theirs too?" Emily nearly laughed again, the idea was so ridiculous, but when she went to answer... she found she couldn't respond. What happens to them? ____________________ Author's Note: If you're looking for a sign not to kill yourself, this is it. [The Fighter's Series - Book 1] Formerly titled: Emily's Suicide Highest Ranking: #1 Paranormal

She was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She was addictive like the pills in her pocket. Chasity was everything mothers warned their sons about, and everything that made their sons not listen. She was everything.

Destinee wants nothing more than to be a student at Galaxy Arts, a prestigious performing arts school, with her older brother Ross. She knows she can make it, but two things stand in her way. One, her parents want her to be a scholar, not a singer. Two, she's scared that others will break her down with their talents. With the help of her supportive brother and new friends, can Destinee prove that music IS her destiny?

I have a problem with dictionaries. They have thousands and thousands of words defined in such a clear manner. Written in black and white. As if a clear definition would reduce the magnitude of their problems. So that they could refer to it and cut off all beings and incidents not covered in the realm of a single definition. Instead of decreasing their problems, they have magnified them. Would homosexuals have had to fight for their rights if sexuality had not been defined? Would people be judged by exams if exams had not been defined as a set of questions on a piece of paper? What about love? Happiness? Hatred? I guess, what I'm trying to say is, that some things, like the human emotions and the human behavior, are better left undefined. So that a person can approach it, and explore it and keep on exploring till there's nothing left to explore and come up with a definition. A definition that he is comfortable with, and that he believes to be true. And here, get rid of the notion that every person will ultimately reach the same definition. Oh, no. Each individual will come up with something that is new, and unheard of. But here's the thing. If you grab a dictionary and start turning its pages, it will give you the definitions of words like magic, life, death and many others. And immediately after the end of the definition, a new word will be typed in. No space. You will find no space to explore. To make your own definition. But what if? What if there was a dictionary that left these spaces blank? Gave you the power to chose your own definition? What would you do then? And this, ladies and gentlemen, was the idea given to me. And this is the idea that changed my whole life. My name is Trixie Price, and this is my story. I'm an ordinary girl; living in an ordinary world, living in fragments of time that define my existence.