"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

((previously named Mr. Scream's House of Horrors)) One minute, there was nothing - the next, they were all you could see. Entranced by a world full of mystery and horror, Isla Callahan becomes Baby Doll, the final piece to Mr. Scream's collection of Creepy Girls.

Death. Death doesn't care if you're old or young. Death doesn't care if you're healthy or ill. Death doesn't care if you're naughty or nice. Death doesn't care if you're loved or not. If Death wants you dead, then Death will have you dead.

Is there life after death? • • • Being flung into an alternate universe was the last thing Stella Thorn expected after dying. Neither did she expect to meet the brooding, yet handsome man whose presence fills her with both longing and ardor; a man who's etched himself into her mind and unfortunately a piece of her heart, souls bound for eternity. • • •

And the stalking begins. (This is the rewritten version)

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."