Greyson Blackwood; anger issues and psychopathic traits hang over her life. Secluded from the rest of society, Greyson seeks comfort in writing and her brothers. While counsellors and therapists desperately try and control her anger there is one person in particular who gets under her skin like no one else. Jackson McKinnon; arrogant and cockiness are what he is best at. Better known as Jack, he enjoys getting under the skin of the quiet, mean girl Greyson. Knowing they are mates, Greyson does everything in her power to make sure that she doesn't fall in love. However, the more she spends with Jack, the more she realizes how perfect he is for her.

"Oh, my God." I look up from my hands, the blade wet with red liquid. "Hi", I say cheerily, giving him a wave, laughing as more drips onto my lap. I gently set the knife down on the counter top beside where I'm sitting, my legs covered in knife marks, giving it a loving pat before picking up the next one. It's too clean. It needs to be pretty. "Theresa, put the knife down", Jake orders, walking quickly over. "Put it down." "It's not pretty!", I shout, surprising him. "It doesn't understand!" He looks at me, looking deep into my eyes for a moment before ripping the blade out of my grasp, dropping it onto the floor. "Come on. Let's go get you fixed up." "I don't need fixing!", I scream, kicking my fiancé as he tries to pick me up. "I'm perfect!" "Shh", he says. "Of course you are." "You're a liar!", I shriek. "You're trying to make me ugly again! I made art and you don't like it!" I burst into tears, burying my face in my hands, sticky blood getting all over my face. Jake ignores me, scooping me up and carrying me into the bedroom, then into the bathroom, locking the door before putting me down on the counter. "I don't wanna be fixed!", I cry as he wets a washcloth, wiping the red water off of my skin, thrashing as more and more of my masterpiece gets washed away. "Stop! Stop it!" "Shhh", Jake soothes, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "It's not hurting you." "You're destroying everything!", I yell. "It was a masterpiece!" -------- Theresa Moore. Age:21. The strange thing about her is, she doesn't remember much. A voice speaks to her in her mind, telling her to kill. Sometimes, the voice, becomes so much more than bossy. It takes control. *this is merely a first draft right now. Edits will happen when the story is finished, burn it you find mistakes, please let me know by messaging me

"Luce, I need to tell you something" Jax said in a soft voice. "Oh no you don't! You say a word and I will send my panda-corns to maul you!" I threatened because I knew what he wanted to tell me and I didn't want to hear it. I never wanted to hear it. "Panda-corns? Seriously Luce" he laughed. I just shrugged and turned to walk away. The chocolate cake I knew was in the fridge was calling to me and I intended on answering its calls. My mouth watering at the thought. But before I managed to move two steps away, an arm grabbed my shoulder and I shuddered from the sparks that erupted through my body. "Luce. I'm your..."Jax began. But before he could say that one word I despised I tore from his grasp screaming "For Narnia!" before bolting out the back door. So I'm Lucille Sanders and I'm not your average 18 year old girl. Because well I guess you could say I was a little insane. Oh and I may happen to be a werewolf but who really cares about that? I may also have a mate. Eww the word even tastes foul in my mouth. But I don't care about that either. I don't want a mate. Because to have a mate is to give your heart to one guy and that's more dangerous than a game of Russian Roulette. So yeah I don't ever want to hear someone say mate to me. So yeah follow my story to see exactly how I try to play hide and seek with fate and hide from the one guy who's bound to just fudging say "Mate!"

Drip, Drip, Drip, and the madness grows. Drip, drip, drip, down the insanity goes. One, Two, Three, into the madness the world falls. Jayden Groves has been able to hear voices ever since she was a young child. They have always been there when no one else was, whispering to her in her time of need. With these voices plaguing her mind, her parents sent her away at the age of five to never look back at her again. The hospital that they had sent her too was supposed to cure her of these voices. However, their treatment methods border on the old fashion, the kind where it destroys the mind further. For an already fragile stat of mind, she has been pushed over the edge of sanity and into the world of madness. After so many long years of being in the hospital, something new occurs, causing a chain of events that will change her to the very core. Maybe there's more to these voices than she could remember after all... Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved by the Author No part of this novel may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted without permission in writing from the author.

The second book to Blind Insanity. Jayden is finally out of the asylum and she's discovering things that she never thought that she would experience again. She is finally starting to see the world, the world that she has always dreamed of but never been able to touch. But there can be even harsh things in this new world she's seeing. Secrets are coming out, the shadows are dancing in her vision. While the world is spinning around her, the voices are always there. They are there for her, to protect her, to whisper to her when she needs them. They have always been the constant in her life and the purple-eyed boy is coming around more and more. Memories are starting to resurface. And she has finally remembered where the voices came from. Where her past lies, and where she belongs. Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved by the Author No part of this novel may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted without permission in writing from the author.