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.

Two girls. One eyepatch. Abbey Carver is the new girl with the purple eyepatch, already causing an uproar on her first day. Jayla Denton is the abnormally normal girl, or so she likes to explain herself. On Abbey's arrival, Jayla hears the quiet snickers and feels the judging glances, but she's not going to let Abbey be beaten down by the harsh, bitter words of her fellow classmates. So, she took it upon herself to bestow upon Abbey the best kind of kindness. The normal kind.

"You did all that so I would kiss you?" "Well not exactly, I was kind of dying." Dialogue Story

"How have you not fallen in love with me?" "Easy, you're a douchebag." Dialogue Story [1 in Short Story 23/7/2015]

"You're a pile of poop." "You're a fountain of pee." Dialogue Story

'cause sometimes, i swear, i hear voices collection of thoughts

Nyla isn't the most loved girl, She's actually the most hated. She lost her parents at age 6, that's whe she stopped talking, for good. She's 17 now. People make fun of her, tease her because she can't talk or she has no real parents, She no longer cares. She's heartless, just as she likes it. She has secrets that make her different from even the other 'Different' people. She try's her best not to look into peoples eyes. Her face is well what people say would be 'Ugly' She has a large scar over her right eye, one acrossed her neck all over her arms and legs. Her nickname is Scar. Then a new student comes, by the sound of it he already has a reputation. He sees her, he sees that she is scared, scared of people, scared to love, scared to care, scared to live. Not only does he see the real her, but to him, she is more than just a heartless outcast, She's his mate.

Highest Ranking: #5 in TeenFiction When Bree Tomas returns from a one year fashion trip in New York she expects everything to be back to normal. Little does she know about the infamous bad boy that came to their school a couple weeks after she left. Ryder Anders is the school's bad boy. All of the girls want to be with him and all the guys wanna be him. He has a motorcycle not to mention he's very rich and very hot. What will happen when Ryder sets his sights on Bree? Will she fall for the bad boy charms or carry on hating everything about him especially his name.... Copyright ©2017 by kiyah12xox All rights reserved not edited

~ON HOLD~ »Okay. Long, dark-brown hair. Brown eyes. Full red lips. Skin pale as milk. I'll call you Snowhite.« He grinned, content with himself. My eyes are green-brown, my lips are red because of the lipstick and really – the best metaphor for pale skin he could think of was, milk? »Hm, let's see. Perverted eyes. Arogant hair. Annoying suntan and mouth that prouduce the world's stupidest sentences. My, my…what should I call you? I know, how about the Annoying orange?« I returned that big grin right in his face. Two could play at this game, bitch!