In Life Lines, she became Elite. In Love Lines, she became Assarion. In Dead Lines, she becomes...something quite different. Natalie Abernathy has been through a lot since the beginning of the school year. She never would've guessed dying and then being brought back would be one of them. After that fateful night in the corn field, life for Natalie has slowed to a crawl and turned uncertain. She's learning how to balance her normal lifewith her new Assarion one. However, not everything is working out how she would like. She can't remember everything about how she died and how she was brought back. Some of the details are gone but one thing she does know for certain. Caelus is hiding inside one of her friends. She just can't recall which one. Caelus is lurking in the shadows and no one knows why he hasn't put his plan to end the world and start anew into action yet. With the newly released monsters causing chaos and destruction all over the world, the Elite are forced to work together despite their differences. Enacting a tense peace between the two sides. With Homecoming and Halloween fast approaching, Natalie can't help but feel like everything is changing, the life she once knew and loved being drowned out by visions and a constant foreboding that the end to everything won't turn out how everyone would hope.

Last night I made the worst decision of my life, unbeknowest of the consequences. I can't change it. I can't take it back. That split second of doubt and uncertainty brought me where I am now. Alone. I have no idea what I'm doing. The power of seeing the future is something I never wanted and wish to give back. No one really knows how to help me except some ex-gypsy boy named...well, I don't know how to really pronounce it. And even then, I don't think he really knows what he's doing. He just pretends to it seems like. So here I am with a power I can't completely control and the boy I love on the other side, where I wanted to be. And I'll do whatever I have to to get there with him. But in order to do that, I have to learn things about myself and my family that I never wanted to. That I never imagined were true. But I'll do it if it means I can talk to him again. If it means I can be the person I want myself to be, the person my mother wanted me to be. ~ * ~ Natalie Abernathy has made her choice. Now she is forced to live with it. ~ * ~ Sequel to Life Lines

Natalie Abernathy was born into a world where the lines on your skin tell everyone who you are. They appear like tattoos and change with every choice you make, every person you meet. Only one line remains constant. Your love line. The only colored line on the human's skin, a blood red mixed in with the black. Natalie's world is consumed with The Sickness, the next stage in human evolution that can strike you when you are fourteen. Or doesn't. If you survive The Sickness, you become one of the Elite, faster, stronger, smarter than the humans who don't get The Sickness. The Elite's lines are colorful, beautiful in their own way. A mixture of deepest purples, the darkest blues, and dominate greens. They cover the black lines the Elite were given at birth, rewriting their destinies forever. As Natalie comes to find, the Elite aren't what they seem. The Sickness is not what it seems. Her heart is broken by the loss of her best friend Cecil McCourt, who succumbed to The Sickness days before their shared fifteenth birthday. Her friends surround her, trying to fill the void left by Cecil. Time moved on, carrying Natalie along with it. Now it's three years later, everyone's senior year. Days before school starts, Natalie befriends the new boy in town, Union Davidson. Cecil (now known as Cyrus) is quick to warn her away from him. At first she thinks it's a trick but as things start to happen, Natalie finds herself trapped between the thing she wants most in the world and something else quite darker than she imagined. © SCCourtney ~ * ~ Finalist in the Watty's 2012

I draw the people I hate at school. I hear the gossip, I hear the lies but I draw what my own eyes see. And I see the embarrassing, devastating, beautiful secrets my peers all try to hide. I have quite the collection of their paradoxes; a sketchbook full of costumes and lies... Until the most popular boy, and my most hated, happens upon my misplaced book of secrets. ***** Alys is a wallflower. She is faceless, voiceless... and she is free. Being nothing more than an ever-shifting shadow is an art she mastered long ago. It's one that allows her to sketch the oblivious people around; drawing their true lives without ever being seen. The art within her pages is extraordinary; Alys' hands having the ability to create perfect renditions of the world around. HER version of the world. Yet her fingers tighten upon each pencil; the dark remnants of her past still haunting her. So, she hides her true ability behind a quiet wallflower's eyes. No one must see, no one must know. For her past is all SHE knows. Within her school there is another student she despises the most; a wolf hidden amongst a flock of sheep. Hayden; the boy loved and adored by those around him. Hayden; the monster who secretly hated them all. She never wanted to meet him. She never wanted to have to interact with ANY of them, but that all changed when her friend is accused of a crime she did not commit in a flurry of senior pranks gone wrong. In the chaos Alys faces afterwards, she accidentally leaves her condemning book behind. Who else would find it but Mr. Popular; the devil who fakes it all? Hayden has found the most interesting obstacle, a girl who can see anyone for what they truly are- even him. And with art so beautiful, so breathtaking... so dangerous, he entices Alys with a proposition she can't refuse. She would be his puppet, to do as he bid, and he would help her get her revenge... his revenge. And in what better form than a mural at graduation? One that might not be as it seemed.

"What do you mean I'm stuck with the seven deadly sins? I'm a saint!" "You've been about seven minutes in hell and have managed to insult eight people already, Jasmina." "Fuck off, wannabe Satan."

Aubry Hill is a quiet girl with a scary past and even scarier future. Aiden Clark is a guy who is pissed off at the world because of the tragedies that seem to follow him around everywhere he goes. Both are similar in more ways than they know, and will soon find out just how deep their bond can actually go. What happens when Aubry asks Aiden for help? Will they just so happen to find happiness in each other or will they each be the source of the others demise? *TRIGGER WARNING contains mature content such as but not limited to: rape, drugs, abuse, alcohol, self harm* THIS BOOK IS NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON! LINK ON MY PROFILE! **due to copyright reasons, the ending chapters have been removed and are available in the published version of the book* *current cover by: Asteriakace* All rights reserved Do not copy this work

Blake Turner has one goal: survive the next eighteen months, get her diploma, and disappear. Everything else-her boyfriend, her friends, her once-perfect life-is already gone. All that's left is endurance. Eighteen more months of keeping quiet. Of hiding the truth about what happens behind closed doors. Of pretending everything is fine when nothing is. She can make it. She has to. Liam Cole doesn't do attachments. Not when loyalty to his crew is the only thing that's kept him alive these past two years. Dragged into gang life too young, his world is built on violence, loyalty, and nights that end with no names exchanged. His past haunts him. His future? Already decided. His heart? Off-limits. Hardened. Untouchable. But when he crosses paths with the school's most hated outcast-the quiet girl everyone whispers about-everything he thought he knew begins to unravel. But some secrets refuse to stay buried... And when the truth finally breaks free, it leaves no one untouched.

"I'm fine," I state rather bluntly. "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking." He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? When an angel is so close to me," He smirks. I fully turn myself towards him this time. "Were you there? That night?" I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. "No." He doesn't even hesitate, "But my father was," "If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident?" He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. "That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident." (Beautiful) --- This is a small intercept from Beautifully Broken. If you decided to read it I hope you enjoy!