Zoey Annabelle Crawford doesn’t know who they really are. She thinks they’re just part of the crowd. It’s a Halloween party, can you blame her? A vampire finds one thing in a person, preferably a birthmark, and that’s how they know when it’s their mate. Their love. Whatever you want to call them. They still belong to someone. At least this is how it’s been for many, many years. Zoey has all the same birthmarks as five vampires. Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry. So who does she truly belong with?

Cli·ché: a phrase or opinion that is overused and betrays a lack of original thought. Meet Pepper Ballard. Independent, single, and sarcastic as hell. Pepper fights her own battles with pride and is officially #done with clichés. Unshaven werewolves, pale vampires, flawless and talented female vampire hunters who instantly fall in love with the enemy even though they want to kill the hunter's entire family... Please, give her a break. The more Pepper tries to avoid these nauseating clichés and destroy them, the further she is dragged into a dark, supernatural world that is her own virtual worst nightmare. A world that includes a bunch of sexy, mysterious, and dangerous men lurking around every corner... Wait...what's the definition of "nightmare" again? * * * My writing page! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075