Dahlia McLean finds herself thrust into a world of magic, monsters and immortals born at the beginning of time. She and her best friend, Troy Flarehill, and his sister, Helen are whisked away to a place where people of her 'type' are. And it is rumoured that at that place, all are descended from a magician who can control elemental magic...

If you ever think writing is simple... well then think again!!!! writing is not easy, its not difficult but its not easy.. this is a true story of what writers feel every single day, every hour and every minute of their lives. This is a confession of a Non-writing writer, all the frustrations and the disappointments and everything else for that matter, this is a tribute to all the infamous, unnoticed and under appreciated writers. THIS is what I FEEL! and if you are done being a fucking hypocrite I KNOW YOU FEEL IT TOO!!! so this one's for you!!!

Ariana is just your average girl. She may be a little on the crazy side, but isn't everyone? She loves her life, and she loves it even more when new kid, Chase Reynolds, decides that she is his new target. Ariana's life just became a whole lot crazier... {Part of the Five Girls, Five Guys group. You can read them in any order though}

Without any warning, his head dipped low and pecked me on the cheek, catching the tiny corner of my mouth. When he came back up, his eyes snapped open to reveal the mischievous, playful look embedded there. After my shock had dissolved, I glared hard in response to what had just occurred. Pushing me even further, he wiped his thumb along the corner of his mouth that had been smudged with a little of my shimmery, clear lip gloss. His eyes narrowed at me as his thumb slowly traveled across his bottom lip. Despite my annoyance, my lips parted as I watched his movement. His gaze was unnerving. He looked at his thumb for a moment, then licked it to my astonishment. He bit the corner of his lip and smirked as he looked up in thought. After a second, his eyes flicked back to mine. "Melon?" He questioned. Heat crept up my neck, my cheeks and ears on fire. His eyes darkened. If he was referring to the flavor of my lip gloss... He was correct.