'In a room with no windows or doors the girl sat, leaning against the wall. She had been there so long that the sound of dripping water, or maybe blood, became all she knew...' Jade was taken captive on her 16th birthday by what the kidnapped all call the 'Black Cloaks'. Trapped beneath the ground, will she and the others manage to escape? [a/n: this is the first story I have ever written and for sentimental reasons I can't find the will to take it down like I should. Also, I wrote the description as a horror, which this originally was, but it's not anymore and I can't think of a new one.]

Meet Piper Hollows. She doesn't like to go out if she has the choice not to. She has things to do and is perfectly fine being in her room on Saturday nights, with her huge pride, her many piles of books, and her sketch pad full of the stick figures she loves to doodle. Starting to notice Piper's isolation from other people, her friends make a bet with her: if she can go on 12 different dates, then they will stop bothering her about her social preferences. But if Piper doesn't go, then they will forever continue to bring it up. As stupid as it sounded, Piper finally saw a way out and to prove that she just wasn't the type to go out and still have her pride intact. She relunctantly agrees, but things go unexpected such as: knocking out (it was an accident, she swears) one of the popular girls in school, actually having to attend detention (the horror!), maybe even making some new friends along the way, and probably having some of the worst dates possible. But who knows, this could be kinda fun... © Copyright 2012 All rights reserved

Completed Novel. Shayenne has always looked out for her best friend, Melissa, especially when it comes to boyfriends. Melissa has been hurt more times than she can count, and Shay has had enough. So she devises a plan to find out just who the perfect boyfriend would be for her: a popular, a nerd or a bad boy. Three diaries, three boys, three wigs. Just who will be crowned the perfect boyfriend?

My name is Julie Quinn and I've been a New Yorker all my life. Life was good. I was swamped with work doing a job that I loved and I was dating the best boyfriend I'd ever had the pleasure to. I have always been a strong-willed and independent woman - or as my best friend puts it "control freak" - and even more after the accident, but what happened on the eve of my 30th birthday was enough to bring down Wonder Woman.

Frustrated by endless nights of scratching sounds and violent knocks running up the walls of his house, a man and his neighbour set out to catch whatever creature is the cause. Yet fear sleeps nearby, for is it a simple rat which plagues him, or something far more sinister?