Natalie Abernathy was born into a world where the lines on your skin tell everyone who you are. They appear like tattoos and change with every choice you make, every person you meet. Only one line remains constant. Your love line. The only colored line on the human's skin, a blood red mixed in with the black. Natalie's world is consumed with The Sickness, the next stage in human evolution that can strike you when you are fourteen. Or doesn't. If you survive The Sickness, you become one of the Elite, faster, stronger, smarter than the humans who don't get The Sickness. The Elite's lines are colorful, beautiful in their own way. A mixture of deepest purples, the darkest blues, and dominate greens. They cover the black lines the Elite were given at birth, rewriting their destinies forever. As Natalie comes to find, the Elite aren't what they seem. The Sickness is not what it seems. Her heart is broken by the loss of her best friend Cecil McCourt, who succumbed to The Sickness days before their shared fifteenth birthday. Her friends surround her, trying to fill the void left by Cecil. Time moved on, carrying Natalie along with it. Now it's three years later, everyone's senior year. Days before school starts, Natalie befriends the new boy in town, Union Davidson. Cecil (now known as Cyrus) is quick to warn her away from him. At first she thinks it's a trick but as things start to happen, Natalie finds herself trapped between the thing she wants most in the world and something else quite darker than she imagined. © SCCourtney ~ * ~ Finalist in the Watty's 2012

Aliens invaded the Earth in 2011. Their intent was not to kill, but to enslave. Eva Moore was apart of the last spaceship sent to Earth to retrieve humans for enslavement. Stripped of everything, she is labeled as a number, 93-11 and assigned to field labor. While Eva struggles to embrace the life she fears she must live, a secret rebellion is going on behind the alien government's watchful eyes. Slaves are plotting protests and riots with hopes of freeing themselves. It's risky business, and Eva wants in. Unfortunately, the leader of the rebellion, Nat Cook (number 94-2), has a strong dislike of Eva and wants no part of her. Chemistry mixes as the two begin to realize that they need each other's help if this revolution is ever going to take action.

Havoc Doom is a girl with a scary past. She's the daughter of Thanatos, God of Death, and is capable of killing someone with just one touch. When Zeus sets a prize on her head, she becomes the most wanted monster in the world. Hordes of demigods are hunting her, so trapped, she is forced to return to her hometown. There she confronts Love, Guilt, and ultimately, her own death.

Best Ranking: #9 in Mystery/Thriller Resa is doomed. The knowledge followed her in the whispers of the other children and the anxious glances from their parents. She knew from the solemn way her mother hung an amulet around her neck on her fifth birthday, not an amulet to ward off evil, but to keep it in. So when the cruel queen's right hand, the murderous Prince Cain, takes a peculiar interest in her, she attributes it to her curse. But Cain is cursed in his own way. The queen has kept him prisoner in his tower for seven years, and he's willing to break free any way possible. Soon, joined by a crazy inmate and an increasingly alluring soldier, Resa embarks on a journey where she just may be the hero she's always been told she could never be. But even if she broke Cain's curse, would she ever be able to save herself?

"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.