Things were going for Belladonna and her friends, despite the fact it was 1926 she was locked away in what can only be described as a psychotic box for the insane and those who simply didn't fit in. Though that's not how Jonah saw it. Dr Jonah Walters saw this little box as a place to re-sculpt and re-home odd children into manageable citizens. He was about to succeed in doing so if it wasn't for the ever approaching hand of death that stood in his way. Lux Sanitarium was a home for adolescents of peculiar origin and ability but now abandoned they must escape. Now time is running out.

As I write to you I know you can see me. You are always with me even if I cannot be with you. I will find you though. As I write these words, you must know I will find you... I will end you. The Tugboat Operation was never built to be globalised. It was about a scientist and his dying daughter. He was a smart man but the one thing he could not do was save his daughter but what if he could preserve her? Create a form of intelligence that was far superior than anything of this earth and hold onto his daughter forever. Would you not risk everything to save your own child? No matter the consequences?

In the town on Bleakfalls nothing interesting ever really happened, a drop out here and a drunken high school party there but usually it was all quiet though one thing was for sure everyone knew everyone's business and that is very difficult for someone who had just discovered part of themselves that they never really questioned. Misha Denisov was a normal 20-year-old male who had it all the looks, brains, heart, girls and friends. But that all comes into question the day Misha met Salem. ( Maybe changing due to having two versions of their story the real one and an AU)

Samuel Brandt woke up with his thoughts written all over his body. His brother woke up with his head missing. His sister woke up to find that her skin would crack open unless she stayed in water. All of the other children in the secluded Iowa town of Oak Knoll woke up having undergone strange transformations. Now, they are all forced to live at 407 West Marshall Street, the mysterious house outside of town. With the new name of The Boy with Words for Skin, Samuel wants nothing more than to hide from his new life. He painfully and unpredictably sheds his skin, there is a Voice in the entryway closet that is often cruel, and-perhaps worst of all for a naturally shy boy-the other children look to him as a leader. As his seven-year-old brother struggles with their new life, as terrifying growls start to come from the pitch black basement, and as his feelings for a girl begin to grow, The Boy with Words for Skin realizes that he wants to change. He wants to put others first, learn from his peers, and let himself hope that things will get better. The Boy with Words for Skin is the first book in the 407 West Marshall Street series. Each book will advance the story but be told from a different character. Book 2 will be The Girl without Eyes.

Russia... that is where everything started. The perfect snow in winter, the perfect house that kept you warm and cosy, and for Octavia Zorina Radmilla it was the only real home she had even known. She was only sixteen but in 1784 many people were already wed or soon to be, Octavia was one of those soon to be types. A humble rock upon her finger, looping her pale skinned ring finger, with some sort of gold plated metal. Octavia Milo. The name didn't quite seem to fit but what is a name other than a way to identify a body. She would wear the name with pride, knowing she would be the talk of the town for marrying Spyder Dragan Milo. A dark soul, or so it appeared. Ever since the boy had been born something hung over his head like a shadow but that is what made him so wonderful to young Octavia. A curse, a curse with no rules, or at least rules that always changed. No matter how hard the two teens tried, there seemed to be no loopholes. We won't start at the beginning, that won't make sense, at least not this time. Spyder and Octavia were doomed to be this way, living life after life trying to find one another but every time they remembered who they were, they would die... or at least one of them would, leaving the other two options, to continue until their next life cycle or to end it and try again. Of course it is never that simple. Especially when someone keeps changing the rules. The only stable thing they knew, was that they will always remember before they die, whoever had died first the previous life, would be the first to remember. and they would always find each other. No matter how long it took.