Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

Isabelle Parrier seemingly has everything, she is beautiful, has handsome boyfriend and is the most popular girl in her high school. But she is also cold and conniving, and does everything she wants. Everyone in her school is trying not to get on her bad side, because she has ways of destroying people through her vicious schemes. Elisa Brown seems to always persevere, despite Isabelle's efforts to bring her down. Isabelle hates Elisa with burning passion, sometimes for the reasons unknown even to her. Elisa is kind and gentle. She quickly rose to the ranks of second popular girl not only because of her breathtaking beauty but also because she wins people over with her incredible charisma and gentle soul. Elisa isn't really intimidated by Isabelle and rather curious of the reasons of Isabelle's animosity towards her. Is there something more behind Isabelle's hate towards Elisa? What will happen when she breaches the threshold of Elisa's patience? *WARNING* This book contains adult content, parental caution is advised. *** Copyright © 2013 by KhaleesiH. All rights reserved. Cover made by: AloneInWonderland

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14