The world as we know it ended 209 years ago. From a desert wasteland springs a single kingdom, ruled by a tyrannical King and trapped in an endless war against the shadowy desert warriors. As a desperate bid to save what remains of humanity, society has been split into two distinct classes, nicknamed the Court and the Commons. For an oppressed population on the brink of revolution, a common thief could be the last hope. Up until now, Kay has survived by her wits alone. Reckless and impulsive, wanted by the King's guard, Kay has become known as the Runner. Using the city's rooftops as her personal domain, she manages to keep one step ahead of the King with one hand buried in the purses of the courtiers. Driven by the plight of the commoners and the unjust death of her family, Kay seizes the chance to graduate from small-time thievery to full-scale rebellion. Her opportunity comes in the form of Will, a wealthy ex-soldier with a dark past. Plucked from the streets and thrown into the shimmering palace court, Kay must use her every strength to blend into a world where she doesn't belong, closer to the enemy than she ever thought she would be.

Part 2 of The Runner series. ================================== The Runner's Rebellion was only the beginning. Tensions run high as the City struggles to repair itself after a civil war. Intacts and Fragments fight to find themselves a place in the new order amid whispers of a Queen being unfit to rule. The delicate balance will be upset when a new evil threatens the City, this time from outside it's walls. The war with the Wastelanders has finally begun. Kay and her friends are rebels transitioning into leaders. Tasked with keeping the City safe from war means forming an alliance with the enemy and going back into dangerous territory. Back into the Wastelands, into the desert where it all began.

When the inevitable World War III broke out, no one expected it to last as long as it did. After two years, a meddling scientist decides he'd had enough of the destruction between and within countries. He sets his mind to a dark place where ruthless, indestructible soldiers are possible, and he makes his fantasy reality. For the first couple of months, it seems the experiments are acting respectively, and many of the fighting countries' disputes are solved merely because of their intimidating presence. But playing with the laws of nature is a dangerous game, and nearly always ends in defeat. When the experiments steadily grow independent and realize the power they have, controlling them is out of the question. And now they're running rampant in the streets, lurking around every corner, hiding in every shadow. Humans are untrustworthy of each other, sticking to the rule of every man for themselves, which doesn't at all help the chaotic world they now live in. Evelyn Baxter believes in having your own back; that is, until she meets one of the experiments not quite like the others. -- cover credit: me (manip credit: hazstylestrash on instagram) -- -- trailer credit: brookieismyname -- -- started: January 31, 2016 -- -- finished: May 17, 2016 -- All Rights Reserved © 1DLover121

Olivia Waters was a girl worth fighting for. Her hair was long and beautiful, the shade of dark chocolate. Her eyes was enchanting, only the simple color of grass on a summer day. She was well genetically built, except for her, well, personality and kindness towards others. Her heart of gold was very fragile. Yes she is model worthy, but not popularity worthy. Where ever she moved, mocking her was easy to those who met her. Patressa Waters is a girl not to be tamed. She, unlike her twin sister, has long deadly black hair, smooth as silk, shimmers like the night sky. A fire brewed in her icy blue winter-touched eyes. She, also, built to be famed, minus her love for her sister and her mathematics. As she was more cold then her warm sister, her heart of titanium was strong as are the walls of her cold shimmering heart. Able to withstand bullies and prejudice. Jakob Keith: Only the worst player in the school. He was the charm and pride of the high school of the little town of Mallecombs, Tennessee. His charming looks were hypnotizing and very distracting. Girls fawn over him, worshiping the very ground he stands on. His best guy friend, the rebel and worse then he is, play with the last girls Jakob dump. Kalebb and Jakob both get wrapped around Olivia and Patressa's fingers. Have the boys meet their match and overcome? Or will the Twins find love through these players and change their work around?

In a time where Illea has split in two, Amber and her twin sister are selected for Prince Tyler and Prince Mason's Selection. No longer shadowed by her sister's reputation as a celebrity, Amber is surprised to find both princes vying for her attention. All the while, a sinister plot brews within the walls of the palace, as selected girls start to be found dead, with anonymous threats painted on walls with their blood. 32 girls that are quickly dwindling. 2 princes. Will Amber survive? Or will she be so far in the shadows, no one will hear her scream out for help?

Serafina Davidson thought she was normal. Until she's pulled into the world of supernatural creatures by her supposed Alpha mate, Quinn Harris. Only to find that she herself is a part of this world. How will she handle it all with her past coming after her as well? **Completed as of 4/14/17** This is my first book, so read at your own risk! I DO NOT own any media in this book unless I say I do. Cover created by @meha_k |Highest Rank: #384 in werewolf| |Highest Rank: #6 in nymph - 6/18| |Highest Rank: #1 in dragons - 7/22/19| |Highest Rank: #28 in romance - 7/24/19|

This Maven's POV during The Red Queen. "I guess it could've been worse. I could've been a Red." Maven: His mother wants him to rule almost as much as he does. She has a plan to make it happen too. He is only told a little bit at a time. Everything was simple until the Little Lightning Girl showed up. He began to fall in love with her. He still wants to crown more than anything. But now he wants her too. *Every picture I use is not mine. It's from the Internet.*