Her mother’s job as a nanny has forced Shy and her mother to stay in the Smith’s mansion. She grow-up together with the Smith’s two sons, Nate and his brother Neil. Nate has always been mean and bullied her unlike Neil who was always nice to her. When she was 12 she finally leave the Smith when she and her mother moved to Canada to live with her new step-dad. When she accidentally met Nate again 6 years later, all she ever wanted was to avoid him while all he ever wanted was to show her that he actually cares.

I was ripped out of my thinking and back to him. "Look." I said, sighing. "If you're gonna kill me... Just do it quick. Tell my mom and dad I loved them..." I said. WAIT! "Wait! Never mind. Don't tell my mom and dad that I loved them. Don't even come near them at all! If you hurt them, I'm gonna haunt you to death! Literally!" I threatened him. The guy chuckled again. "I told you. I'm not gonna hurt you." He said. "Then why the fuck are you in my house! In my bedroom! And you took a shower in my bathroom!" I exclaimed. "I.. I wanted to finally see you, again. You are my friend after all" He said, almost sad. "Whose your friend?!" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. I kept on talking without waiting for him to respond. "They can't possibly be in my house!!" I yelled. "It's you." He simply said. My eyes widen Jasmin's life is turned upside down when her supposed Friend, Alex comes back into her life. Everyone she knows will be in danger if she doesn't do as he saids. But what happens when she uncovers a little more than just Alex's hobby to 'hurt', maybe even 'kill'. She'll do her best to uncover the truth, while keeping Alex entertained with her friendship.

Highest ranking in horror-- #1 Lucy Belle was just an ordinary 7-year-old girl living in the 1950's. She had a loving family, good grades, and lots of friends. That is until she met the mysterious ghost, Susan. This story is a series of Lucy Belle's diary entries, explaining her life in a short and sweet way. Enjoy!

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')