Kimmy is a small town girl who led an oppressive life since she was born. But despite her sad upbring, she grew up to be extremely talented and ambitious. She was determined to make it in the world of stars but she didn't anticipate all that goes on behind the bright lights. It seems she jumped from the frying pan right into the scorching heat of passion - and with passion came hatred, jealousy and violence. Will she make it out unscathed? "Maybe you shouldn't make assumptions about people." Nate said his voice going even lower - if that was possible. Kimmy just shook her head sadly. "Everyone has a price, Nate. Even you." He gazed at her for a moment then in two huge steps he was in front of her. "But you have a price too." He rasped his deep voice causing tremors in her stomach. "I don't want anything from anyone." She whispered taking a step back but was surprised to find a wall behind her and it seemed Nate had stepped closer too. It was suddenly difficult to breath and she didn't dare look into his eyes lest her own eyes betray her. He snaked his arm around her waist and with his free hand,stroked her chin before lifting it gently so she had no choice but to get lost in the depths of those blue eyes. Nate pulled her closer even and her breath hitched when he began to lower his head slowly. It was like time stood still. As his face came closer, Kimmy's eyes drifted shut and of its own accord, her body arched up and into his as she lifted her lips to meet his. At the last possible moment, Nate paused and said, "I don't think that was entirely true." By the time Kimmy opened her eyes, Nate had released her and was stepping away from her with a smirk on his devilishly handsome face. He had made his point.

'What are you doing here?' he said angrily forcefully yanking my arm. 'I told you to stay hidden.' I pulled my arm free. 'I know but I wanted to help!' I told him with creased brows wondering why we were wasting time. 'By getting yourself killed? Is that your idea of helping?' his deep eyes shot daggers at me. 'I don't care! This is my fight too?' I argued shooting back the daggers. 'You don't...' he mumbled the rest of the statement running his hand through his hair in obvious frustration. 'This is a war, not one of your childish games, Santana.' Injured by his words, I shot back. 'Then i would rather die than li...' I stopped when the atmosphere immediately changed...drastically. His eyes narrowed into mere slits as his face grew dark and he seemed to loom darkly and threateningly over me. I shivered as I stepped back in both awe and fear. He suddenly scooped down and gripped my shoulders pulling closer to him while lifting me off the ground until i was almost the same height as him. 'I will rip everyone's throat with my bare hands before I let anyone touch you.' he hissed his eyes a deep shade of grey that they were almost black. What the hell? * * * All Santana wanted was to live an quiet life. After what happened to her Grandmother everyone's eyes were on her family and all she had to do was to try and not be a psycho... how hard could it be? Oh...she had no idea. From her recurring dream to her brother's terrifyingly accurate intuition to her own ability see beyond the physical, it was becoming increasingly obvious that something was amiss... ***

Imagine sharing a body with a stranger. Imagine never having a private thought ever in your life. Sharing every part of you with another person. Meet Francis McIntosh; a host. Charismatic, charming and successful, his life looked perfect to everyone and even to himself. However, it was far from perfect because there was something sinister going on right in his own body. It was only when people around him started behaving erratically and dying that he began to dig deeper and uncover a profoundly disturbing truth about himself. *** "I'm scared, Uncle Francis." Little Sandy whimpered her little hand gripping mine. I gently stroked her hair with my free hand. "Sweet Sandy, there might be monsters under your bed. There might be monsters in your closet. There might even be a monster right here in your bed. " the child whimpered and inched closer to me. I leaned down and whispered to her "The real monsters lives inside you. It's the kind that will eat you from inside out until there's nothing of you left except darkness. This monster, sweetpea, you can't run away from. "

After everything she's been through, Novalee just doesn't feel like she is ever enough. Not thinking she deserves a thing, when someone comes her way, she is hesitant. Understandably so, but when another love interest shows up, it really makes her question what is going on.