Rich boys don't fraternize with the help. They don't care about the help. They don't protect the help. I should've remembered those lessons before I handed over my trust to four gorgeous, domineering boys. But I didn't. And now, I'm not the only one who's been hurt. Someone out there is toying with me and my family, and I don't know who to turn to or who to trust. I never wanted to play this game. But since the pieces are already on the board...I'm sure as f--k gonna play to win.

We know what we're up against now. Who we're up against. But if he holds all the cards, the truth hardly matters. The kings of Linwood want me to run. They want me far away from here, where I'll be safe. I won't go, though. I refuse to leave my mom behind, and the four boys who've each claimed a piece of my heart won't let me face this threat on my own. They swear they'll do whatever it takes to end this. To keep me safe. Since we won't back down, fighting is our only option. But I've played poker long enough to know that sometimes when you risk everything...you lose everything.

Truths will be uncovered. Alliances will shift. Nothing will ever be the same. The four boys who stole my heart and then broke it are determined to win back my trust. Whether or not I'm ready to give it, I'll need them by my side. Because as it turns out, there are worse dangers in this world than the Princes of Oak Park Prep. And I can't fight this battle alone.

They called me trash. They called me whore. They called me so much worse. They told me I didn’t belong in their world, and you know what? Maybe they were right. But I can’t just let this go. I’m still a Hildebrand, after all, and I’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of what that legacy means. There are secrets buried in Roseland, and I’m determined to dig them up. To make the princes pay for what they did. Trying to exact vengeance from hundreds of miles away isn’t easy, though, until a mysterious ally offers help that could change everything. 

Plucked out of the harsh life I was living and thrust into a world of unimaginable wealth, power, and privilege, all I want to do is keep my head down and survive until graduation. But they have other plans - Mason, Finn, Elias, and Cole. Everyone at my new school calls them the Princes, and that’s exactly what they act like. They always get what they want...and who they want. And they want me. I’m not sure why, since they all seem to hate me. The Princes are gorgeous, flawless, and cruel. They own this town, and they’re determined to own me, too.

Four dangerous, damaged, messed-up boys. There used to be five, but one of them died, and I’m starting to suspect he was murdered. I didn't ask for this. No one would ask to be played, manipulated, seduced, and betrayed. But that’s what happened, anyway. It wasn’t enough for them to break me. Sebastian Beckett has decided that he can’t let me go, but I refuse to forgive and forget his betrayal so easily. His fixation is bordering on obsession, but when we begin to suspect a spy within Delta, there’s no time to deal with his feelings.

What do you do when your entire magical academy is banished to the underworld? No, seriously. If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them. Because, we've been cut off from humanity and the rest of the Custodians, and the admins seem completely lost, unsure of what to do or how to get us back to Earth.

Getting married at 18 wasn't the smartest idea...but I'd been in love. Bryce, with his perfect words, his money, and all-American good looks. He had pulled me in, and when he spit me out, I'd barely been left alive. Now at 22 and divorced, I just wanted to build a life for myself on my own terms. Free of fear. Enter Ethan King. The guy from high school I never had a chance with. As the leader of the local motorcycle gang, he's not exactly an outstanding citizen, but he's the one bright spot in my life. Until Bryce, who never could accept losing, decides he's not ready to let me go.

Did you know ordinary people can be turned into demons? I sure as f--k didn’t. Until it happened to me...Now I’ve got powers I don’t understand, I can change my appearance with a thought, and I’m having all kinds of odd...cravings. If I thought all this bullshit was gonna get me out of going to college though, I’ve got another think coming...There are these four hot as hell guys...I’m not sure if I should trust them; they’ve each got secrets of their own, and they’re definitely dangerous. But that craving I’ve been having? It’s pulling me right toward them.

So, I've checked off some life goals and added a few new ones to my list: Get out of hell's belly without letting my ungrateful charges die.Get a new name that's more badass. Stop wasting my breath on lectures and start annoying the quad hell squad every time they annoy me. Fight fire with fire. Ha! Another hell pun. Find out who the hell killed me.

I'm getting a little tired of completing my goals, only to have the bar raised too substantially for me to transition at a productive pace. I started off as a sad little ghost with an impossible crush on four really hot, Gothic guys with some attitude problems. Now I'm The Apocalypse, they're the Four Horsemen, and Lucifer is my f--ked-up daddy.  

The fire took everything. My parents. My best friend. My life. Now, I have a second chance. I only have to endure one year at this prestigious academy for rich snobs. One year of being the charity case no one wanted. One year of taunts and insults and bullying. Then, I’m free. But I didn’t count on Trey, Ayaz, and Quinn. Arrogant, privileged, dangerous. Drop-dead gorgeous. They want me gone. They want me to suffer. They’re determined to make my nightmares real.

I knew I'd ruffle feathers, but the day I walked into Rockport High, I had no idea the cheap shots that were to follow. You see, the Ballers and I have a history. They play basketball. I play basketball. But they hate that I play basketball as good as them. And the only thing they hate more than that, is me. That's right. I'm a girl, and I. Can. Play. Make no mistake about it. The Ballers can do their worst, but I will earn a spot on the RHS boys' team. This is my last resort to make a name for myself, and I can't let them interfere.

The Ballers may have the upper hand at RHS. I underestimated them, their cruelty, their ability to look the other way when something hits them over the head, but camp is a whole other story. Their asses are mine.

I'm not so different from most people. Like everyone else, I have life goals. Goal #1: Become a real girl instead of this invisible ghost thing I currently am. Goal #2: Convince the four men I've been haunting for the past five years to pick me to be their new toy after goal one is complete. Goal #3: Figure out who/what I am and why I can't remember anything past the five years I've been haunting this quad. Goal #4: Eat popcorn. See? Perfectly normal. Sort of. Gotta start small, after all. It's not like anyone else is perfect either.