Dark Hollow By John Connolly

Nora Ashby came to Vael Academy for one reason the scholarship that would clear her mother's debt and give her a future that didn't taste like survival. She did not come to become the vampire prince's fiancée. But Caspian Vael needs a human anchor before he can claim his throne, and after Nora walked up to him at orientation and made him look down at a shirt that had nothing on it then laughed and walked away he decided she was exactly the problem he needed. The arrangement is simple. One year. Public appearances. A convincing performance. At the end of it, she walks away with her debts cleared and her life back. Except nobody told her about the second clause. Nobody told her that the choice to leave would belong entirely to her. That no court, no prince, no ancient law could remove her once she'd signed. That the most powerful vampire on the island would have no legal way to protect her only a personal one. And nobody warned her that somewhere between the arguments and the rooftop conversations and the way he looks at her when he thinks she isn't watching, she would stop wanting to leave. Caspian chose her because she was the one human at Vael he was certain he couldn't fall for. He was wrong about that. He knew it by the third week. He just didn't know what to do with it.

Someone is killing unmarked souls, and Ru Roberts is the only one that can stop them. That's a bit of a problem, though, since she has no idea she's a Keeper. Adopted as a small child, Ru knows next to nothing about her birth parents. Her new mom insists she was given up because she "ruins everything." Hence, her name-Ruin. Yet, Ru has managed to make a life for herself in the small town of Reaper's Hollow, working as a fourth grade teacher, which she loves. If it wasn't for her inability to touch anything electrical without starting a fire, she'd be the happiest girl in Upstate New York. That is, until the charming and devastatingly handsome Cutter Michaels moves into the classroom across the hallway and starts filling her head with all sorts of unbelievable fantasies. He claims she is the lost Keeper, the daughter of a half-angel and a half-demon, and she is the only one who can help him locate three portals the Reapers, as in Grim Reaper, are using to ferry souls away to the Underworld. Ru knows he's lost his mind, and yet she finds herself being sucked into his delusions more and more each day. The fact that he can shoot blue fire out of his hands might have something to do with that. Once she begins having strange dreams where she comes face to face with Thanatos, the most powerful Reaper of all, Ru begins to think there might be more to Cutter's story than she's been giving him credit for. Will joining Cutter lead her to find her biological parents and discover the powers coursing through her veins, or will Thanatos claim her for his own?

Two hearts who meet almost a thousand years back are forced apart by the cruel hands of death who take away one of them. The other vows to bring his beloved back, which he did, but had to pay a price. One thousand years later, Ariel is found regaining consciousness after the supposed coma she had been in. She finds herself in an unknown room with no recollection of her memories, and is forced to live with the cold hearted Damien. What will happen when she realizes who she is?

Six high school kids with special abilities set out in an adventure in order to solve the mystery and homicide in their town, Mystic Hollow. They met a 17years old Banshee that could see the future but couldn't talk. The only way they could solve the mystery and puzzle of Mystic Hollow was to go into the future and the past with the help of a time machine they created, then they discovered many secrets about their town. Watch how a 9years old kid fell in love with her brother's 21 years old best friend. Will the age gap be a problem? Let's solve Mystic Hollow mystery together.

His face said it all—the lone scar running down his cheek, a jagged reminder of a past shrouded in blood and violence. His cold, calculating eyes never left me, watching from the window across the street, tracking my every movement like I was nothing more than prey. He was bad news, the kind of danger that should have sent me running. But there was something about him, something dark, that pulled me in—like a moth drawn to a flame. Faith had no idea what she was getting herself into when she first crossed his path. The warnings were clear, the whispers of a bloodthirsty secret that was supposed to be a myth—until she met him. Now, as she feels the grip of his obsession tighten around her, she can’t escape. He’s not just watching her; he’s consumed by her. She could feel it in the way his eyes lingered, in the way he hovered just out of reach, his presence haunting her every step. She should have run when she had the chance. But now, trapped in his world, there’s no escape. Faith is the light in his suffocating darkness, the one thing that keeps him tethered to the edge of humanity. But the question remains—can he control the monster inside him long enough to keep her safe, or will his hunger consume them both? The flame burns brighter. The danger grows closer. And as the nights grow colder, Faith’s only hope is that he can keep his darkest urges in check. Because if he can’t… she will become the next victim of his insatiable thirst.

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.