When you are fighting for the freedom of your people, falling in love with your enemy is not a great idea. Or is it? Ayla has to defend her castle and her people all on her own, with nobody to help her but a dark warrior she hates with all her heart.

It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

He runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with. You're mine. Without me, you're nothing." What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters buried deep in the basement begin scratching the walls and howling her name in the night? Why does her mother force big yellow pills down her throat, saying it's for the best? Why isn't she allowed in the basement? Who's in the basement? What's in the basement? Who is the little boy with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, crying for his mother? Tick tock, Monique. The monsters are crawling up the basement. And they're coming for you.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Reid has been homeless on the streets of New York for years now, fighting for cash in clubs and sleeping in empty buildings. With his special ability, Reid could have whatever life he wanted, but chooses not to. When Sam meets Reid on the subway, she has a hard time forgetting about him, and not only because he keeps showing up in the least likely of places. Sam doesn't know it at first, but the boy she just met is about to show her a whole other world.

"Whatever you're doing, you gotta have fun. If you're not having fun, you're doing it a whole hell of a lot wrong, my motto on life." I smiled, feeling giddy. The two looked at me and thought of how good friends we could be. The Alpha, the Beta and the Omega, it sounds nice. "Tamya you are-" Ryder began but suddenly someone crashed through the door, not only throwing it off its hinges but splitting it in half. "Where the hell is she?" Eric looked like one of those cartoon characters with steam shooting out of his ears. He took a look around, obviously searching for something, someone. He look mental, even more mental me, if that's even possible. Finally his eyes landed on something and he looked more grounded and I finally realized what he was looking for. "Tamya." He managed to growl out looking straight at me. He stomp over and stood there looking down at me. He looked like he was about to sprout fur and go all wolf on my butt. "Hi?" I asked and he looked a little calmer at that. "Where were you?" He snarled looking angry so I did what any self-respecting and rational person would do. l went all ninja on his ass and knocked him to the ground, "Obviously I was here since that was where you found me. Duh." "What is wrong with you? We're mates, you were supposed to fall head over heels with me, not try to beat me up and start a rival pack." He growled in frustration only succeeding in making me burst out into a fit of giggles. He glared making me laugh harder than before. Messing with this kid is amusing. "Love is living up to another person's expectations of what they feel you should be. Does that sound like me?" I asked. "Not at all." I heard the three boys chorused. I knew I was special, they all know who's the boss. Moi.