Brooklyn Cross

The arrogant bishop feels superior, but it will race the fastest to its downfall. I had been looking forward to summer break since learning I was going home for a month. Not only would I see my Aunt Nadia and my best friend Lizzy, but I wasn't traveling alone.

The fall of a knight starts with a crack in his armor. The pieces are perfectly set, and play has just begun, but my pawn has already fallen. Of all the guys, my money was not on Myles to choose Princess over me. Ren Davies has proven to be a worthier opponent than I gave her credit for and...

Don’t worry, Doll. You’ll taste heaven before you walk with the dead. Was I dead? I had wanted to die. I remembered deciding that I was done with this life and done with the memories and ghosts that haunted me. I’d looked at the darkness below and prayed for it to swallow me whole.

My life had been a series of tragic events. When Snake stormed back into my world, I was forced to stare into his vengeful blue eyes and the word agony took on a whole new meaning.

Kirby wished for a new life, but the Devil sent her Cain. I knew what my calling in life was at a young age. I was the embodiment of death. The scent of blood and watching the life fade from something’s eyes was more delicious than any dessert.

My life seemed pretty perfect until I turned twelve. Then everything was destroyed with a fainting spell, a doctor's visit, and a diagnosis that rocked me to my core. Now at seventeen, I am being shipped to a new country and school with no support from my father.

Being the archangel of selflessness got me kicked out of my home. I’d spent my entire existence guiding those to give of themselves and help their fellow angels....

Groomed from birth to take over the Cartel, darkness was all Dean knew. Except that he had no interest in running a gang, and even less in being the next El Chapo like his abusive father....

Nothing much happens in a sleepy little town like mine. At least that is what I think until one night everything changes. People are disappearing at an alarming rate, but even more disturbing is how they end up on my table. I’m a coroner and no stranger to death.