In the small country town of Flame Tree Bay, everyone knows Sarah Attwell. The older folk remember her when she was barely knee high. Her teachers know Sarah as a dedicated student, and her friends will tell you she is the quintessential girl next door. There isn't much to not like about Sarah. That is until you meet her twin brother, Danny. Danny had always been an outcast. He just never managed to fit in. At school he hung around the misfits and troublemakers; smoking behind the sports shed and skipping classes. People used to say he'd grow out of it; that it was just a phase, only he never did. Every family has a black sheep, and for the Attwell's that's Danny. Problem with that is, he isn't a sheep at all. ---- Warning: contains violence, adult themes and undoubtedly a few grammatical errors. {unedited} ©2014 ellarose12

"What did you say?" My voiced started to shake with the look of disbelief across my face, thinking that my friends had grown two heads. "Lucy, we were bitten. And from what you found out," Damon took a deep breath and looked at me, giving me a stare that felt very serious, "we're not human any more." No. Werewolves don't exist. - - - - - - - - - Something tragic happened to four teenagers, during a blazing fire explosion that occurred at Clinton College and soon after, they realised they weren't normal any more. When a wild animal came out of no where, they were all bitten; painfully. Everything began to change. They began to change. After one bite.

Aspiring writer Norah Jacobs needs an escape. In the span of two weeks, her corrupt brother has been jailed for murder and his partner has been hovering on her doorstep, threatening to ruin what little peace she has left. Packing her car, Norah flees the city and goes off the grid, finding refuge in the small coastal town of Bellvale. However, Norah's newfound refuge lands her right in the middle of a power struggle between creatures she thought only existed in fairy tales, and she begins to see that no matter how hard you try to run from your troubles, they seem to have a way of catching up with you... Watty 2014 Winner Haven Copyright © Melissa Lucas 2013 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.