My name is Grace Degas Black. Years ago, I made a splash during a charity fashion show where an agent "discovered" me. My work led to the glitzy world ...

Why do our secrets keep hurting us? Why do our secrets keep coming back? Why can't our secrets just die? Emersyn Sharpe was nothing like ...

Emersyn Sharpe doesn't belong in our world In fact, the very last place she should be is with us. But someone is hurting her. We've all seen it. ...

The fierce twin. The dark brother. The wild one. I don't give a damn about labels. I never have. Not when it comes to me. But stay the ...

The dancer. The victim. The sister. I've worn a lot of labels over the years. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to escape. I hid ...

The mute twin. The strange brother. The broken one. I'd been called so many names over the years. None of them mattered. My mirror cared ...

My name is Emersyn Sharpe. Until a few months ago, I was the lead performer for a traveling show finishing up a contract. I had been beaten, but never ...

The mentor. The doctor. The Vandal. I grew up on the streets despite my older sister's best efforts to keep my nose clean. I thought I ...

Broken dreams. Broken lives. Broken bird. Our feelings for her were like wild animals finally freed from their cage. But my sparrow, she ...

At the heart of it all was a secret and a lie. A secret we didn't tell her. A lie we told ourselves. Emersyn Sharpe is more than just ...