Once upon a sleepover before vacations, Bethany Summers and her two friends make a list, a sacred list to help her find a perfect guy. A list of qualities that a boy should not have. And the girls came up with ten things Bethany hated in a guy: 1. No Drinking 2. No Smoking 3. No Tattoos 4. No Arrogance 5. No Violence 6. Beard (No, not even stubble!) 7. In a gang (NO!) 8. Hates reading 9. Poor Grades 10. Born in December Enter devil-esque Brax Weston Hunter. He defies her list, he scares her, he is dark and mysterious, he is exactly what she is not looking for. And Bethany swears not to even talk to him unless Brax ends up saving her life. Presenting a check-list for the kind of boy you should not date. But go tell that to Destiny!

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.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

FILE SELECTED... LOADING... 10%...20%...30%...80%...99%... LOADING COMPLETE. WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD... A million years ahead of us, there is no war, conflict, poverty, or violence. There are no countries, no borders. Technology and humanity work hand in hand as one; where information is always available and in reach, and it doesn't take any effort, not even the push of a button. In the New World, every person has a programming chip attatched to their brain, where information comes automatically. In the New World, everyone is born blind and def, and knows nothing about themselves. Their personalities are a blank slate waiting to be written on. The New World is perfection, and a dream come true. Like all the other people in the New World, Laila was born blind and deaf, and had no idea about herself. She and the other Youths grew up in small separate isolated rooms with one toilet, one bed, and no windows-with no human contact what-so-ever. Her job was to learn about the rules, society, the rights, the wrongs, and customs of the New World to prepare for when she and all the other Youths would be set free. She ate, gained information, and slept, in the same routine of every day, of every week, of every year in her life, until Recognition Day. At age 16, the Youths gain their sight, their personalities, their likes, their dislikes, their name, and so much more. Based on their assigned personalities, they are given a job, their friends, their favorite things, etc. On that day, Laila gets a life, the best life she could ever imagine. But maybe she's not living the life she expected. And maybe, the New World isn't as perfect as she's been taught. WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD, WE HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR STAY... ### Book 1

In a time after a terrible plague came an era of peace and harmony among the six thousand, five hundred and forty three survivors. Sixty five years later there were still six thousand, five hundred and forty three survivors, who resided in a town called Mount Wescott, jagged peaks and forests surrounding it in every which direction. As soon as someone was born, one way or another, somebody else died. It happened each time like clockwork, the population never increasing or decreasing. The people were oblivious to what lay outside their safe haven, in fact, they believed that they were the only people left on earth, that is, until the day when all hell broke loose. ••••• Are you intrigued? Go on, read it, I dare you. Incredible cover made by @ilovepizaaaa. Highest ranking: #8 in science fiction

Hera was a virgin a virgin in every sense, she had never had a drink, had a boyfriend, gone to a club, had sex, smoked or done drugs. She was an angel that gave angels a run for their money. A freshman in a new college in a state away from home she always believed she could stay away from all of those till marriage , but what happens when The schools Bad boy, jerk, playboy and monster in the name of Lexis comes her way. She may be able to stay away from temptation but can temptation stay away from her?

"I would kill to be skinny," She would always cross her arms and say. So she did what she said, she went killing, but the only person she was killing, was herself. //COMPLETED//

The Diner has seen its fair share of the people of Midland, New York. There's Andrea, who doesn't quite know why she keeps coming back, save for the fact that it's the only place she doesn't feel constantly watched. There's Gregory, who people-watches, filling everyone around him with stories instead of filling himself with food. There's Milo, who often zones out as he waits on his patrons, dreaming of the day he can finally escape. And there's Monique, who simply likes the pancakes (and her waiter) a little too much.

She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling hopelessly in love with her.

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