Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.

WARNING: THE BOOK CONTAINS HUGE AMOUNT OF PRANKS THAT COULD BE USED AGAINST ANYONE. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE IF ANYONE GETS INSPIRED ENOUGH AND USE THEM IRL ;) He's been running from his past - she's been running from her future. When you mix ice and fire, bad stuff happens and it was same with Nikolas and Alis. Nikolas had it all: looks, money, killer eyes, perfect body, best friends, company to inherit, trouble with each step where he'd emerge like a hero and the best girlfriend he could ever get: the one who would forgive him for anything he does. But in all his glory, he slowly began to lose sight in what was important from him, and in a mere instant - his future was gone. All that he could have could not even begin to compare with what he already had that moment when he lost both his girl and a child. With demons of past and inability to accept her love, he shut himself and let the bottled up feelings eat him slowly with each passing day. But once he begun to realize what he's lost, there was simply too much that it overflowed. So he decided to run away at last. Alis was complete opposite to him, she never truly had a thing to call her own. Dolled up in the world other envisioned for her, she didn't even have a future where her thought mattered. She couldn't keep it bottled inside either, so she decided to run away from that future. Working hard to change everything for herself, you can say that Alis turned a brand new leaf in her life and everything's been doing just great in that little world of hers for the past few years. But when Alis gets a new neighbour who does nothing but cause trouble for her - she sets herself a goal to make him move out as soon as possible, even ignoring her motto to keep a low profile no matter what and not give "them" excuse to confine her back to that fake reality. Unfortunately for her, Nikolas knows how to strike back. Will they manage to win this war among themselves, or will sparks of attraction get in the way?

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The SECOND book of the award-winning series THE FATES: a saga of three mortal girls who also happen to be mythical goddesses... and the all-powerful directors of human destiny. The series alternates between their modern-day drama and their epic adventures across world history! ** SPOILERS ahead – please proceed only if you have read Book I ** Since coming down to earth, the Fates have changed. Their lives are twined with mortal threads upon the Loom. Clotho has felt love and loss; Lachesis has faced fears and found new hope; Atropos has been fighting darkness, in the world and in her soul. As primordial Chaos urges them, all three must fight on against the darkness in the heart of humankind, to strive to save their mother from impending doom. Thousands of years later, in 2015, three mortal girls are on the verge of fateful self-discovery. Cloe, Lacey, and Atria have all arrived in Greece, where they've crossed paths with one another—and with a mysterious grey-eyed woman whose presence in their lives may have awakened certain powers. Amidst heart-stopping love triangles and other twists and turns, the Fates will find that they have much to learn about their true identities, abilities, and interwoven destinies. ~~~~~~~~~~ Join the Fates and all their lovers, friends, and foes as they embark on the second installment of this star-crossed journey across space and time! Much luv as always to all my dear Fatefuls—and for any new folks out there, a warm welcome to the big, happy #Fateful family :D Note: Book I of The Fates is available at http://www.wattpad.com/story/14913477-the-fates-book-i-2014-watty-award-winner [PG-13 for adult language, non-graphic sexual content, mature themes]

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Leof was gone. I wanted to scream again at the thought. My Leof was dead, laid out in the shrine where I'd left him just before dawn. It hadn't taken an army to kill him, all it had taken was one wolf, one man whom he'd shown mercy to. Fenrir had done his job just as predicted, and I'd lost the only thing that mattered to me, the only thing that had kept me sane after the truth of my past was revealed. Conn was my strength, my heart, the very best parts of me and I'd never see him again. Once his body was given to the sun and his echo vanished I'd never hear him say the three words that were my reason to exist. I love you. I love you. I love you... But I'm not ready to let be alone. I'm not ready for goodbye. Condemning my Leof to Valhalla is something I can't do, but what if there's no way to bring him back? Can I just fade away? Slip into the coma and forget everything? Would it be fair to when the cohort needs me to protect them from Osier, from the Bloodied Hand, and from our ever increasing number of enemies?

Once, we were certain we could drive the Roman Invaders from the land. Now, more and more of our kin in the South lay down their spears and kneel to foreign rule. I never thought we would fall too; not with the strength of our warriors, our intimate knowledge of the land, and tactics that had driven the invaders back time and time again. Yet, it seems I know nothing at all. When the chief of my tribe seeks to strike a truce with the invaders, everything changes. At a time when I should be learning from the elders of our tribe, or how to rule from my father, my hand itches to pick up a weapon instead. Yet the steel-eyed General who leads the soldiers camping outside our walls feels familiar to me in a way I can't explain, and for a man raised in Rome, he has a fire in him that I've only seen in my people. But talks of peace are threatened when a power that's lain dormant for decades is woken. . . . . .for our paths have crossed before.

Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY