The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

In a desperate attempt to escape the paparazzi, multi-millionaire musician, Levi Scott, asks the girl next door for help. So when Dawn Halliday answers the door at three in the morning, the last thing she expects to see is a celebrity with a request to climb out her window.

As much as Sean Perkins and Olivia Cartwright have been through, he doesn't remember late night drives on sprawling roads, the voice of reason in his life, frantically writing term papers in the library, the way his mother used to say her name, strawberry lemonade, and his strawberry blonde girl. Sean Perkins doesn't remember her. cover » @bateaux

After the accident, Noah Archer built a wall around himself. But Riley Dawson is curious about him, and she's determined to meet the man behind his defenses. ***** Riley Dawson has always noticed Noah. He was the most popular guy on campus, until he lost his parents in a car accident. Now he's withdrawn and silent. Mustering up the courage to give her condolences, the two end up talking, and Riley grows determined to help Noah find himself again. Every time she coaxes a smile from him, she can feel the ice around his heart melting. But Riley knows that Noah's loss is still close to him. She's opening up her heart, but can Noah do the same? He's got so much to lose, but now, so does she. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.

(Sequel to Dear Emmett.) Kennedy Valentine is on the run from her past. In an attempt to escape a toxic home life, she flees to a town she's never been to before; Hudson, Tennessee. There she meets Brantley Nash, a cocky cowboy that has a taste for trouble - and Kennedy. Cover by @redblacklady

Bad publicity is always good publicity. At least that's what Maya Dawson is trying to convince herself when a picture of her sprawled on top of teen heartthrob Jesse Miller ends up on the cover of every magazine, quite possibly jeopardizing both of their clean-cut reputations. But how long does it take until it all blew up in her own face?

"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."

Dustin isn't particularly pleased when his mother's freshly divorced best friend, Cathy, decides to temporarily move in with them. It means a whole lot of late-night gossiping, chick flicks, and mood swings. But things get interesting when Cathy turns up at the doorstep with more than just baggage. She brings along her daughter. Constantly travelling between two parents who refuse to talk, Ashley is forced to leave her life behind as she moves halfway across town with her mother. Thinking she's going to be spending her nights with two single and drunk, middle-aged women, she discovers there's a touch of testosterone to the household. And that testosterone comes with glasses and dimples. But what starts out as simple interest, combined, the two manage to create menace and mischief; the lack of privacy pushing them to breaking point. And it's only a matter of time before everyone realises that Dust and Ash are the results of one complete and utter disaster.

Exes aren't supposed to end up as best friends. Exes-turned-bff's should never have a one night stand. Dexter and Hadley do.