Devon Pine and Kyle Carter are two of the biggest stars of their generation. They have sold millions of records each and have girls chasing them from all around the world. They're also sworn enemies; each others' biggest competition. They've never met, but aware of the other's success, and are determined to beat each other in the game. However, when the two boys finally meet, the rivalry is forgotten. They get along instantly, and become fast friends. In no time, the world recognizes them as pop music's favorite bromance and everyone loves them as such. They do everything together, and it makes girls squeal even more knowing that their two favorite heartthrobs are best friends. But as both of their careers continue to grow and the friendship starts to grow into something more, something deeper, something neither of them expected, there doesn't seem to be a place in the industry for a relationship like theirs and they struggle to figure out which is more important - their love for music or their love for each other.

Anne wakes up in a strange bed, having been kidnapped from her home. Slowly, she realizes she is in a lunatic asylum. 1885. Anne Stanbury - Committed to a lunatic asylum, having been deemed insane and therefore unfit to stand trial for the crime of which she is indicted. But is all as it seems? Edgar Stanbury - the grieving husband and father who is torn between helping his confined wife recover her sanity, and seeking revenge on the woman who ruined his life. Dr George Savage - the well respected psychiatrist, and chief medical officer of Bethlem Royal Hospital. Ultimately, he holds Anne's future wholly in his hands. The Medea Complex tells the story of a misunderstood woman suffering from insanity in an era when mental illnesses' were all too often misdiagnosed and mistreated. A deep and riveting psychological thriller set within an historical context, packed full of twists and turns, The Bloodline explores the nature of the human psyche: what possesses us, drives us, and how love, passion, and hope for the future can drive us to insanity

A smile crossed Death's cold, skeleton face. "Looks like you're out of a job," he told her. The angel looked up at him, shocked. "I-it's not as easy as it looks," she insisted. [A compilation of short stories that are sometimes about life, but mostly about Death.]

"If the world can't handle the truth, give them a spectacular lie." Bitch. That's what they called me at my old school. I disagree: I'm just brutally honest, that's all. Some people don't like honesty. Exhibit A: Matthew's family. None of them want to acknowledge that their Golden Boy is gay. Exhibit B: My Mother. I only told her the truth: that she was a crappy parent who never should've gotten knocked up in the first place. But she was so offended that she shipped me off to my fabulously wealthy father and his walking-billboard-for-plastic-surgery of a wife. So I devised a brilliant plan. My new friend Matthew was sick of hiding his sexuality. I was tired of obnoxious rich boys hitting on me. So why not pretend to be dating? He wouldn't have to answer uncomfortable questions anymore, and I'd enter my new school as the girlfriend of the star quarterback. It should be easy, right? Of course, I didn't plan on falling for Matthew's brother.

Xavier Brooks is one of the best hackers in the world. Too bad the government wants him dead. Welcome to a world where your every movement is watched. Welcome to a world were your every step, your every act, your every word, is cataloged and tracked. Welcome to a world where you are just one mistake away from an instant and painful death. Welcome to Cronos. Say hello to your future. In a totalitarian world where every aspect of society is controlled by a sentient super-computer, teenage thief and outcast Xavier Brooks has learned to live his life outside of the law. Survival comes naturally to him, and he has learned to keep out of the way of those that would wish him harm. But one day, Xavier makes that one mistake. Caught in the act and stabbed in the back, Brooks finds himself slammed with the harshest of punishments: Blacklisted by the government and sentenced to public execution. With no where to turn and death staring him in the face, Xavier is forced to cooperate with a group of mysterious, powerful criminals that present him with a simple choice: join them or die. But with nothing being is as it seems, Xavier becomes tangled up in an incredible conspiracy that threatens to destroy the very fabric of society - forever. Blacklist: The Network is a high-paced, slam-bang sci-fi thriller that dares to ask how much of ourselves should we be willing to give up to do what is right, and how far is too far to save the ones that we love? Cover art by: @JLanger Blacklist: The Network is not a fan-fiction and its plot is unrelated to the show "The Blacklist" © 2012 - 2014 by: XtraCredit All Rights Reserved

Ever wondered where you end up when you've been rejected by society? No longer to be seen upon to the rest of Humanity? In seek of a safe place, a sanctuary of sorts, people begin to create Asylums to hold the rejects of society,- the freaks. But is it really help they're giving? With a war reaching it's peak above ground, sometimes, the safest place is in fact Your head.

Meet Joe Nobody . . . and pray he never meets you. He's average height, with an average build, and average looks - an instantly forgettable face in the crowd. Joe also happens to be a hit man, quite possibly one of the best in the world. He's so good, in fact, that most of his work life has settled into a comfortable routine, where everything goes according to plan, and nothing at all is surprising anymore. He's been just about everywhere, and he's seen it all. But Joe hasn't seen everything. Not yet . . . **WARNING** - This work contains several curse words and some extremely violent themes and situations throughout. I mean, the main character is a hit man . . . there's your first sign. You've been warned. **ADDITIONAL WARNING** - This is soooooooo first-draft-ish, so any problems you see logistically, thematically, or grammatically are all the fault of a combination of absinthe and overzealous fingers. And please, for god's sake, if you see something glaringly wrong, tell me about it! :)