Dustin isn't particularly pleased when his mother's freshly divorced best friend, Cathy, decides to temporarily move in with them. It means a whole lot of late-night gossiping, chick flicks, and mood swings. But things get interesting when Cathy turns up at the doorstep with more than just baggage. She brings along her daughter. Constantly travelling between two parents who refuse to talk, Ashley is forced to leave her life behind as she moves halfway across town with her mother. Thinking she's going to be spending her nights with two single and drunk, middle-aged women, she discovers there's a touch of testosterone to the household. And that testosterone comes with glasses and dimples. But what starts out as simple interest, combined, the two manage to create menace and mischief; the lack of privacy pushing them to breaking point. And it's only a matter of time before everyone realises that Dust and Ash are the results of one complete and utter disaster.

Going through my pictures, I went to the one that I had just taken, and the phone slowly slipped out of my grasp. What had escaped my notice before is that the couch I had taken the picture on was against a window, which showed the backyard of the house. But in this picture, it wasn't an empty backyard. No, behind my smiling face was another one, outside the window. It was his face. Covered with a black ski mask, watching me. *** All 19-year-old Layna wanted to do was forget about the guy that broke her heart, and move on with her new boyfriend Brian. But instead, she unwittingly attracted the attention of a stalker. Someone who had been watching her every move for a month, plotting and planning for the perfect moment when he could take her. What Layna never would have expected was that when he finally kidnaps her, she would have to undergo "The Test". The Test that the girls before her had gone through. The one they failed, and payed heavily for. Will she pass The Test or will she die like the others?

She lived a pathetic life. Living with a rich but narcissistic foster family was pretty much the worst, try waking up every day only to be met with a glare, sitting at the dinner table only to listen to your supposed family complaining of every little thing thats wrong with your appearance, the only reason your family would speak to you is to get some work done. That was Tessa Tomilson's home life. The seventeen year old had enough on her plate. The stress of College life and a prideful family- it was too much to handle. Luckily Tessa, wasn't one to bend under pressure. She was headstrong and knows how to handle criticism. Why did her life have to get more dramatic? Why couldn't she lead an ordinary life like any other teenager? All Tessa wanted was a normal life. But fate just wasn't going bend to her will. A series of peculiar events lead Tessa to believe that her life, wasn't really all that normal. Tessa never felt like she fit in with the others. But doesn't every teenager? But how was she supposed to handle the fact that she really was more than ordinary? Finding out about her actual parents was Tessa's mission but little did she know that the truth would traumatize her. And finding about her true identity... May as well have decided her destiny. Going into a world that is nowhere close to normalcy, Tessa is determined to fight. To Fight the demons of her past.

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.