When Dan finds out a dark secret about his own band mates, he sets out to seek the truth and revenge, only to be taken in by a super force FBI organization. He realizes that learning more about himself may just be the key to stop all the things that are happening around him. Warnings? Strong language and violent scenes. (PG 13)

Here in this book will be: •anime •fanfiction characters •Bastille >Dan >Kyle >Woody >Will •random art •digital art •pencil art •coloured pencil/pencil crayon art •MOSTLY marker art •other types of art (Drawings take a bit of time to do.)

Meet Dan: the new recruit of the London Police Department's Homicide Unit. He's planned this career to be his first and only one. However, not everything goes the way he wants on his first day; with senior detectives constantly showering him with negative comments, Dan feels like he'll never fit in- until he receives his first homicide case. During his first week, he receives strange notes, hinting a dark nightmare will spread across the city, putting everyone, including the London Homicide Team, in danger. BOOK 1 OF THE BLAME SERIES (COMPLETED ON JULY 10, 2017) WARNING- Parts of this book may be disturbing to some readers (gore, violence, assault, murder).

A drunken night out with friends leads to a very complicated problem for Ally.

One day a 17 year old Dan gets a phone call from his travelling parents, saying something terrible has happened. They'll be home soon, and there will be a guest with them. A story about: grief, love, dealing with problems and a little bit of humor. (This story is old, has kinda bad grammar, but it's fun none the less. Enjoy)

'Lily?' He said quietly. I didn't respond. I hoped he thought I was sleeping. Even though I doubted I'd be getting much sleep. I had far too much on my mind to switch off. I was finding it so hard to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing when I was so consumed with guilt. Every time he looked at me with those kind blue eyes, all I could think about was how much I must've hurt him. I had walked away without ever looking back, no explanation, nothing but a sorry note. How he could cope without wanting to kill me I'd never know. I guessed the kindest thing I could do was at least stop ignoring him and stop treating him like he'd done something wrong. 'Yeah?' I eventually replied. 'I...' He began. But a long silence hung in the air, as though he was thinking what to say next. 'Good night.' He said with a sigh. Whatever it was he was going to say, I doubted it had been just 'goodnight'. That had been my queue to speak up. But I couldn't. I was still too ashamed of what I'd done to face it.

Twenty seven year old, Clara James is a quiet girl who's obsessed with books and old music. Her life is perfect in her eyes, she's got a caring family and a well paid job. However, after twenty seven years of not knowing, her parents tell her that she's adopted, she believes that her life could either change for the better or for the worst. She finds out that her biological parents are called Isla and Rod Smith and have a son called Daniel Smith, who is in fact her twin brother. Clara rushes off to London to meet her biological family and finds herself happier than she's ever been before. That is until one Friday after noon that could change her life forever.

“The last proper conversation he had was with me. And I just kept on calling him shit. Wouldn't that be a nice last thing to hear- your asshole best friend yelling at you because of something shitty that isn’t even worth remembering right now?”

'No.' I said bluntly and walked away. I'd tried my best to keep calm, but was now resorting to holding my bottom lip with my teeth to stop it trembling. I couldn't believe that out of all the bands in the world, I had been assigned this one. With him. What on earth was I supposed to do? I'd never dreamed of seeing him again, and definitely not at work. But hadn't I known he was in a band? Hadn't he been the one who'd planted the idea in my head to work with musicians? I felt incredibly stupid and embarrassed. I took myself off to the ladies toilets before heading back to the office, checking I was alone before shutting the cubicle door and letting out a silent scream. No one could ever find out that Dan and I were married.

Maggie didn't mean to kidnap the famous singer of Bastille. It's not like she tied him up in her basement or anything. She just found a man on the beach one morning. How was she supposed to know it was Dan Smith, if he didn't know who he was either.