(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.

At first, I thought vampires were just mythical creatures that didn't exist. Not once in my life did I ever think of living myself as one. What seemed most unlikely was how a werewolf imprinted on me. The Volturi even took interest in my ability. Too bad they didn't need me anymore. They knew I was too happy being with my werewolf.

Aislinn isn't quite the innocent one or the victim. She is the criminal. That is the reason why she is sent to the eccentric The Oakley School for Juvenile Delinquents. Mists and dark forests surrounding a mysterious castle-like structure - Yup, that's the new joint she's rocking, quite the reprieve from Ash's old, sleepy town. But every grandiose place doesn't mean queen-size living. Ash just might be meeting her destiny, the hard way. Because where death lurks, so does the grim reaper. And it might not always be on the wrong side. [Warning: Contains profanities and violence]

Available on GoodNovel App "Just like in highschool, if you have the rooftop, it means that it is your territory and there would be no one to stop your ascension...but, standing at the top gives bittersweet feelings too in between your glory and your sorry." --- Black Butterfly (Bella Echizen Smith)