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A single memory has resurfaced. Who you thought was a complete stranger turned out to be your closest friend in high school. This changes everything, and yet nothing at all. It seems the further you delve into who these people really are, the closer the danger gets. Karika went off the deep end and once again, you're struggling to piece the puzzle together. Everything gets worse before it can get better... and it seems like everything is beginning to crumble. | BOOK 4 OF THE REPLAY SERIES

The unknown is an abyss with locked doors that hide answers… and you’re about to find the keys.Once more, you find yourself in the beginning, struggling to recall what happened before. The warnings from the members of Karika's little group are beginning to ring true the more time you spend with them. Danger seems to hide around every corner and death looms over all of you. Karika evaded it twenty-two times... but how much longer can you escape its grasp?| BOOK 5 OF THE REPLAY SERIES

Peter's the safest bet. He'll protect you at any cost. After all, your heart cries out to him the most, doesn't it? If you had to choose someone, it would one-hundred percent be Peter. One problem. You have to be alive to find your happy ending, and Karika is making it near impossible to get out of these tunnels alive. Happily ever after, a saying used in fairy tales, a promise that was made to Karika and not you... but could you find it for yourself? | ALTERNATE ENDING 1 OF THE REPLAY SERIES - PETER

Esme has one mission: protect Malcom at all costs. But it's hard to protect someone that hates your guts. Malcom's run away a lot over the years, but with a death sentence over her head, she's more determined than ever to get him home--because she knows exactly where he's going: the enemy's planet. Book 5 of the Underdogs Series.

You were his scapegoat. Is choosing him a good idea? Probably not. He won't give you up and you aren't ready to get rid of him either. Can you find a way to forgive and love the monster this man has become? With Karika falling off the deep end, the five of you need to find a way out of the tunnels and fast--before you're gunned down by her men. | ALTERNATE ENDING 2 OF THE REPLAY SERIES - YOU KNOW

"Everyone here has their own secrets, and some of them could potentially be deadly." At first, you believe you've been kidnapped again, but that bullet... You should have died. You should be dead. Yet here you are, breathing. Luckily, you have Karika this time to help you muddle through the fog of your mind... but what about the others? Can you trust these strangers with your life? There's something off about all of them, but you can't place your finger on it. What secrets are lurking behind these stranger's eyes, and could they be a threat to your life? Most definitely. | BOOK 2 IN THE ...

Karika's missing when you wake up. You'd been asleep for several days... but you haven't rebooted, even though you saw the butterfly. Was it for you or for Karika? Is she moving around the town like a ghost, rebooting? Is she still after you? Could this be the end of the road for you, or are there more tricks up the sleeves of these crafty people who've entered your life? All questions have come to the brink... and everything is tumbling down. | BOOK 7 OF THE REPLAY SERIES

Cressa-la, now separated from her missing body, can feel the darkness penetrating deeper into her subconscious as exhaustion weights her down. If she falls asleep, she'll succumb to death, but if she continues to fight against evil, fatigue will crush her into powder. Just like the moon, Cressa-la has a dark side too--a side she's going to have to face if she wants to protect everyone she loves. Is she strong enough to take on the fight behind the veil with her own two hands, or will her light forever disappear from the face of the earth? Book 6 in The One-Hundred Series by K. Weikel.

Comfortable. Privileged. Happy. Three things I no longer understand; three things I can no longer fathom. Chaos and mayhem overwhelm this room as we are used as guinea pigs for a mass experiment. An experiment that involves mass murder. We've been locked in this room for, some of us, two years. For me, it's hardly been a week. And yet, I can already feel time itself dragging my body down into the dirt. Comfortable. Privileged. Happy. Three things I have when they aren't in here, when they aren't terrifying us, depriving us of sleep. Three things that are only momentarily a gift from God, ...

Nightmares. Moments of terror ripping you from your imagination and back into reality. But what if it wasn't just a dream? What if these nightmares were real? Julie's daughter, Rose, has been suffering from chronic nightmares for a few months now. When a gruesome fairy is manifested from these terrifying dreams, Julie is thrown into another dimension and she has to find a way out before sunrise--or she'll turn to dust. With nothing but her calm decisiveness and a stray half-ghost dude, can Julie make it out and save her daughter from the monsters coming to life, or will morning come too ...

One girl lives in an asylum. The other, an orphanage. They are identical, yet have never met. One boy made of metal, the other of myth, the girls have their hands full, even without Jayha's threat. And what is to happen, the moment they meet? Opposing powers colliding, one making time stop-- the other making it complete. Be betwixt to bequeath; 'twas a trick, not a treat. The hands will not stop nor shall they sway-- no mere halfie shall stand in their way. Wanted for a crime they don't recall committing, the two girls fight for their lives through space and time, trying to figure out who ...

"I am Unnamed. My title is dead." In the World, the Planet, and the Base, it's either be number one or die. The alternative to dying, however, is to become an Unnamed. Turning eighteen means that you will compete for your name. Come out on top, you get a name and continue to the next two stages. Don't win, become one of the Unnamed. And no one knows what happens to the Unnamed. Running is easy for the Runner. He's been doing it since he was five. Easy, until things start happening, abnormal things. People aren't finishing their races. Others are acting strange. Easy, until the Runner has to...

Eenralla lived in a Dome, That Dome was controlled by the Government. The Government had a secret. That secret is out now, thanks to Eenralla. But now it doesn't matter... Her brain isn't even hers. Will she ever get it back? Sier knows about the wipe, but she doesn't care. Just as long as she's alive and breathing. But now, she sees the lies behind the truths, and she understands what's happening. She understands, even though her brain activity is supposed to be shut off. Could this be the work of Eenralla Land? It's time to wake up.

Isis is a liar. Always has been. But lies catch you in the end. To graduate, Isis must take a secret test--and then she'll be free to fulfill her destiny. But with Alice waking from her coma, and the threat of the alien infestation looming over her friends' heads, she has her hands full. What could go wrong?Book 4 of the Underdogs Series

Aspen is a sick girl--always has been. So when it's decided she'll be this month's sacrifice to the sky monsters, she isn't surprised. She believes that if she survives until daylight, she can return home. What kind of creature would want something that's only bones, anyway?

Eenralla Land lives in a Dome. That Dome is run by the Government. The Government has a secret. A secret Eenralla gets herself entangled in. It all started when she touched the wall... Eenie's life has been anything but normal, and only gets stranger when she slams her hand against the Dome wall to catch her balance. The rule is broken and her third Strike is coming - until she begins to see flashes of something that isn't supposed to be there. The Government has a secret, but is Eenie ready to uncover it?

“It’s hard to forgive yourself when twenty-twenty hindsight is like your disease.” This isn’t the same world it used to be. Now that humans have once again casted out the second-worlders, unrest grows like a cancer. A cancer I helped create. I wasn't pleased to see Mikey again, but there's something different about her this time. She's calmer, tamer... and I would never admit it, but I've grown used to her being at my side. But with the weight of the future on our shoulders and even bigger targets on our backs, we'll need more than each other for protection. Now there’s fire in my...

"I am Unnamed. My title is dead." In the World, the Planet, and the Base, it's either be number one, an Elite, or die. Turning eighteen means that you will compete against other eighteen year olds in your category to earn your name. If you don't earn a name, you become an Unnamed, and no one knows what happens to them. For the Runner, life is easy. He doesn't have to try hard to succeed. He's a natural when it comes to running. And then, the year before his competition, there are difficulties. Certain people aren't following rules, and those people have a plan. And the Runner is about to ...

The sea is like ink, rippling in the light of the crescent moon overhead. A figure emerges from the depths, slowly walking onto the shore, its gaze locked onto the forest ahead. Oil-black scales cover its warped humanoid body like a wet suit. Five floating islands rest high over the sea. As the water falls away, the scales peel from the humanoid's body and collect onto its back, creating something like scaled dragonfly wings. They drape against its backside, the clothing made of hide fraying into beaded strings at the hem. The figure's tan skin is swollen and purple, its limbs and features ...

"Welcome to the Blood Room, where nobody has ever been found. And a warning, my dear: don't struggle; it'll only make time drag." Comfortable. Privileged. Happy. Three things I no longer understand; three things I can no longer fathom. Chaos and mayhem overwhelm this room as we are used as guinea pigs for a mass experiment. An experiment that involves mass murder. We've been locked in this room for, some of us, two years. For me, it's hardly been a week. And yet, I can already feel time itself dragging my body down into the dirt. Comfortable. Privileged. Happy. Three things I have when they...