Seven Faceless Saints

Few days to the term closure, something spread throughout the school like wildfire. The Janitor's body had been found behind the seniors' classroom. That Friday evening when a junior found the Janitor's body, Jason Joe, the only different kid in Baronville highschool, had been around the crime scene before other students arrived. Everyone has a suspect. They know the suspect is watching even though they think it's not Jason Joe. It can never be Jason Joe. Jason Joe would never kill his guardian — the janitor. What if it was somebody else? What if it was some faceless being?

Born with a scar on her face, Ivy Ryne is taunted and humiliated by her pack member. Her mother isn't left out which makes Ivy wonder if truly she's her mom. Slowly she loses her face because she always covered it with a mask in other to reduce the trolls. At some point she meets her mate, but then he chooses someone else over her, but the big question is why? This breaks her to the point she weeps her life out. She has just one dream and even that too is taken away from. These are too much difficulties for one young lady to handle. But the question is why did her mate choose someone else over her and would they be together in the future? *** daily updates of more than one chapter**

The future is faceless to Tonia, at an early age she drank water from the bitter cup of life. A man that promised to help her foot her mother's hospital bills took advantage of her innocence, and she lost her mother after a while. Later she discovered she was carrying this evil man's seed in her womb and the man sorted after her life and the unborn child to eliminate them. By accident, she met a couple who took her in as a maid, she and her daughter live with them. The couple had just a child in their life. The bond between Tonia's daughter and her boss's son was stronger than any imagination. Madam Florence became uneasy seeing her son and Tonia's daughter together, she decided to make life difficult for both mother and daughter.

I fought my sister, Anna, for two lifetimes to become the Donna. In my first life, I got what I wanted. I became Lorenzo's woman. People said he loved me as if I were the air in his lungs. When he learned that I loved to dance, he bought an entire ballet company to keep me onstage. Then he broke my legs. He confined me to a wheelchair and displayed me like an ornament. One day, he brushed his fingers across my face and finally told me the truth. "I've seen enough dancing," he said. "And the one I truly love was never you." I died in that room, swallowed by despair. In my second life, I stepped aside and gave the Donna's seat to Anna. "You go," I told her. "The one Lorenzo really loves is you." I believed that choice would save us. I believed Anna would have the happy ending I never did. Five years later, they sent her back. Her legs were intact this time, but she couldn’t move them either. Lorenzo no longer treated her as a person. He had turned her into a ballerina statue, encased in plaster and posed at what he called her most beautiful moment, frozen in place. His men delivered the message without a trace of feeling. "He got tired of watching the younger sister dance," they said. "So he preserved her at her most beautiful." When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in my third life. Once more, the Don's men delivered a ballet invitation. Anna and I stared at it. The same question burned in both of us. If neither of us was the one he loved, then who was Lorenzo really watching?

This book is authored by amy worcester. “I started boxing lessons with the boys when I was twelve, I had some issues to work through. I’ve been in the fight for the last eleven years.” Twenty-three, he thought. That was too young for his thirty-nine years. But he sure as hell planned to enjoy the view. She currently hid her body under baggy clothes, but he was willing to bet that she was all muscles underneath. He had dated the soft curvy women before, he liked the ones that he was certain that he would not break. “How old were you when you moved in with Brute?” “Seven. Right after my parents were killed.” She said softly and he froze just before the stairs. Sixteen years ago. Right around the time he reenlisted with the Army. When the club went straight. When the Ridgeview president, Sinner, his wife and sons had been shot to death. And his daughter barely survived. The only survivor from that day. “I'm sorry.” He murmured and she shrugged. “I’m trying to remember you.” He was so much like the men that she grew up around. The kind of man that she swore she would avoid. The same type that her father had been,there were even tattoos on the backs of his hands. Jasmine was born and raised in the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club. A rival club caused the deaths of her family. After an incident at the mother house, she stepped away to focus on her MMA career under the name Taz.

Mira was born unwanted, weak, hated, and doomed to be cast out. But the night her pack burns, she becomes a captive of Alpha Harrison, a man who sees her body as her only worth. Her escape leads her straight into the arms of Alpha Sorren who is powerful, cold, and already promised to another. The Alpha instantly rejects her. But fate isn’t merciful. A prophecy whispers of a Faceless Luna, a woman who will either save the wolf world or drown it in darkness. As Mira’s hidden power awakens, desire turns dangerous, and Sorren’s control begins to break. The woman he's desperately searching for is the one his heart is opening to. She was meant to be a pawn. He was meant to destroy her. But together… they might burn the world or maybe… save it?