Malikah knows her place. It's with the other defects in the outer rings. In her world where perfection and Unitarianism are the only options, and all who don't fit the mold live out their lives in the slums of the outer rings she's used to doing whatever it takes to survive another day. Fighting in the pits and helping out at the baker's hut has become her daily routine for so long that Malikah doesn't expect anything out of the ordinary. But that's exactly what she gets. With her hard earned savings in hand, ready to buy her own pair of shoes she goes to the market place, but instead of shoes, a mysterious necklace seems to literally be calling to her, begging her to buy it. She does. And her whole life changes. With the help of a handsome stranger and a insanely strange group of people who say she belongs with them, Malikah may just find that she doesn't know her place after all and her world, might not be the only one there is. Thrust into adventure filled with strange creatures, Gods, betrayal, destiny, and maybe even love, Malikah must stay true to herself if she wants to not only save the world, but fulfill her destiny.

My name is Damien, and this is the story of how I became a monster. I shall be speaking from my heart and spitting nothing but the real, therefore the language used here will be very explicit. This is my life, and I'm choosing to share the most darkest parts with u, so please be kind and judge me not.

Armed with kick-ass shoes, can CJ stop a maniacal coven leader, save the town, and still get Mr. Melt In Your Mouth Gorgeous while surviving the darkness coming for her? The smoke from the fire burned her eyes, its heat caressed her skin and the taste of fear choked her. She was going to burn just as her ancestor did all those centuries ago in New Salem Village. How could she have been so wrong about everything? Cassie Jayne Bishop grew up the only non-believer in a town of witches where the Coven rules all. When a stranger comes to the sleepy town of New Salem, everything she thought was true unraveled around her. Ethan made her question everything, even her sister's death. Clues start to pile up and Cassie is determined to find out if the Coven was the real reason her sister died. What she uncovers terrifies her to the very depths of her soul....

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.