Teenage boys are stupid. It's a fact of life. But how thick can you get when you decide to go over to the bad side of town in a brand new Mustang and Lamborghini? That's exactly what Easton Chentalson does, or at least what he was persuaded to do. It ends in betrayal, ransom, and murder. But the only thing that keeps it from being his murder is a young mysterious girl with fire red hair. As they dig deeper into why they targeted him and not his other rich friends, they find a secret bigger than they had hoped, and more dangerous than they can imagine.

Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score you will have a charmed life; well fed, well-rewarded, spoiled. But fall below eighty and you're labelled Flawed, and life will not be so kind. Hannah is adopted by a Flawed family when her birth parents choose their social standing over their daughter and endures a life of struggle, hunger and service. One day Hannah is escorted to the regional government office and told that the Consultant who delivered her, who labelled her Flawed got it wrong! Now, she is being relocated back to her birth parents, to live as one of the Ninety-Five- all medically and legally judged as perfect. Entering this new life Hannah has an impossible decision to make which puts not only hers, but the lives of everyone she cares about at great risk. "The Numbered- where no one wants to be number one". Authors notes: -This is a first draft of my story and will be edited soon. -2013 Began writing Flawed -2015 Watty Winner/ Named changed to The Numbered -2016 Completed The Numbered -2019 Optioned by eOne for development into a TV show.

I live with a Greek god. No, I'm not just saying that he's hot. He's a legitimate god. From Olympus and everything. Well, guess what, so am I. But he doesn't know that, and ever since Apollo told him I had to live with him, he's been abusive, both verbally and physically. He may not be from the underworld, but he makes sure to make my life a living hell. The catch is though, he has no clue who or what I truly am. I must have been sent here for a reason. I'm tired of being holed up here, and I have a plan to get out for good.