This is the day of the vampires. The world where all humans must hide at night and only have free reign in the morning. Even during the day, we face troubles and those troubles are usually our own kind. Humans. Humans are an endangered species. The world is in anarchy and I am only one piece in this chess game. All the vampires are killing off humans, but what happens when one vampire sees what the future of his kind will be? Find out in the Nocturnals. (I'm going to be honest with you. I'm shitty at book summaries, so you'll find out about it if you read the book :) Thanks, Babes!)

When she was younger, Eliora remembered how everyone imagined an apocolyptic world. She even gave in to the craving of curiosity and wrote stories about a girl named Margaret who was an excellent fighter. Now, she looks back on those days and thinks of how she had to become the Margaret in her stories. She had to in order to survive. See, Eliora lives in the days of the apocolypse, not by zombies, but by vampires. Before all the chaos happened, Eliora would have laughed at the idea, but now she knows better. Vampires are real and they are slaughtering the human race. Humans are almost an endangered species and Eliora is the queen gamepiece in this chess game. She never knew she would have such a massive role in the game, but fate will lead her to a destiny she will not be able to escape. (I'm going to be honest with you. I'm shitty at book summaries, so you'll find out about it if you read the book :) Thanks, Babes!)

Velma watches her life turn into a living hell. Several of her friends have died from the plague already and she's left with the hard choice of regrouping with her old gang to solve the mystery. The mystery of who or what started the plague. Despite living in a quarantined mansion filled neighborhood, she feels as if she is chasing her tail. She decides one day group up with Freddy. Who knows what other hells they'll have to go through. Find out in Dead Mystery.

This is my personal journal. To be frank I am not writing this to gain pity or whatever sympathy you might give to me. I am writing this for my personal gain. In case I loose my mind, I intend to write it down for if I cannot find it, I will be able to retrieve it from the ink on this paper. Remind yourself when you read this that these are my personal thoughts on life in general; and since I have never lived anyone else's life, this record will be created from my point of view. Since this is only the introduction to my non-interesting life, I will begin as such: There is only one thing that everyone who lives in the world can agree upon; this earth is evil. The part where it becomes an argument is on the question "How?" A simple question, but something that turns into the complex word "why?" Through the recollections and contemplations of my life I hope that I can somehow answer these two questions, but just like any writer I can only answer something with a story.