Novels

The earth had just stopped shaking, and my sister, Tiffany, and I joined the rescue efforts. Last time, she'd dragged her feet, like she couldn't care less while digging through the rubble. This time, though? She was practically vibrating with excitement, her face all twisted up with it. She shoved me aside, even whacking my legs with a rock to get me out of her way. Then, she bolted towards the spot where the rich woman, Mrs. Vanderlyn, was trapped, muttering, “This time, I’m gonna be the heiress. It’s my turn to be rich!” I knew it – she remembered too.

Old Man Hemlock was picking through trash when he accidentally snagged the skirt of some rich girl, Tiffany Sterling. She had him tied to the back of her car and dragged him to his death. All I found was half of Grandpa, the rest of him ground away. A year later, Tiffany was starting her freshman year at State U. And guess who ended up as her roommate? Me. 1 I came back from my waitressing job to find my side of the room a disaster. Plastic wrappers from junk food, spilled soda, used tampons, tissues with dried, yellow goo on them. All of it laid out, like

They said I plagiarized, then the school kicked me out. Until my research report rocked the National Science Foundation – now the president's begging me to come back. Seeing the school president's face, all sweaty and panicked...it was priceless. "That groundbreaking researcher the school trashed? Are you kidding me?” 1. When my research proposal got a $200,000 grant, the whole school was buzzing. But the next day, the head of the department's daughter, Brittany, waltzed into our lab. My professor announced, "From now on, Brittany will lead the research team. She’ll be taking charge of this project.” Everyone turned to look at me. Some were sympathetic,

For two years, Tiffany “Tiff” Sterling, the school’s queen bee, made my life a living hell. She’d use her lit cigarette to burn me, leaving my arms a mangled mess of scars. Then I found out, she wasn’t even a real Sterling heiress. I was. The moment I moved into the mansion, I knew Tiff’s party was over. Every day, I’d make her existence a misery. 1 Tiff, with that practiced cruelty of hers, jammed a cigarette against my arm. It wasn’t her arm, it was mine. That familiar burning pain shot through me. I bit back a scream; she’d only hit me harder if I

Last time around, my little sister, Tiffany, went full-on Britney Spears at the ROTC talent show. Her tank top slipped, revealing way too much, and bam! She was internet famous. The backlash was brutal. Mom wanted me to step up and take the blame. She ended up a “pure” and “innocent” social media star while I ended up... well, let’s just say, dead. This time? I’m back. I woke up the morning before Tiffany’s infamous dance. When I slapped her across the face, her eyes went all puffy and red. But she had no clue the show was just about to start. ... I’m back. Specifically, I woke up

I was with him from the very bottom, through every struggle, right to the top. Thirteen years, all in. Everyone said I'd finally hit the jackpot. Then I accidentally saw the text on his phone: “If it weren't for your family pressuring me, I would have broken up with her ages ago.” That night, I packed my bags and walked out, no hesitation. Three months later, he lost it. 1 It was three AM. Jake’s phone kept buzzing, and he was fast asleep beside me, his breathing steady. I stood by the bed, watching the flood of messages on his phone. Besides the usual “congrats on your engagement”

Everyone thought my wife, Sarah, was a saint. Sweet, understanding, always putting others first. They all thought she was head-over-heels for me. Man, they envied me for landing such a catch. Then the accident happened – me and my brother, Jake, got slammed in a pile-up. Without a second thought, Sarah left me, the guy with a wrecked leg facing amputation, to comfort Jake, who'd barely gotten a scratch. My mom said I was being dramatic. "Honey, you had a whole team of doctors fussing over you, Jake only had us.” My sister, Lisa, also jumped down my throat: “You only almost lost a leg.

In the roaring inferno, Claire, heedless of the danger, dove back into the flames, grabbing my hand, pulling me with all her might. "Your wife sure loves you," the doctor said with a touch of envy. If only he knew. Just moments before, Claire was on the phone with her childhood sweetheart, Liam, who was battling leukemia. Her voice was as soft as could be. "Don't you ever do something that reckless again! He's dead now, who's gonna give you a bone marrow transplant?" "That guy was just some nobody, his life ain't worth much, but you, you're different." 1. My phone lit up, revealing the coldest

The night I was murdered, I screamed out for Jake’s name with every agonizing breath. Meanwhile, Jake was at the dazzling graduation gala, escorting my stepsister, the fake heiress. “She still hates me, I guess that’s why she didn’t come,” my stepsister, Lily, said with a pitiful pout. Jake dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Don't worry about her, Lil. Don’t let her ruin your night.” Now, as a ghost, I finally accepted that Jake didn't love me. But after I died, Jake did the unthinkable – he swallowed my ashes. (1) The night I died, Jake, along with my parents, were all at the