"Confession is always a weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets and takes its own punishment in silence." Damned by fate to endure a monotonous life, Sylvie Bennett was convinced that there was nothing left for her to discover. Fourteen years of the same rising sun and the same setting moon meant her daily routine never strayed from its predictable course; she felt certain she would lead a long, safe, dull, and utterly colorless existence. Nothing life offered seemed worth the effort to her. Every day felt linear until she attended a party that sent her drifting toward a danger she believed was shortening her life with each passing moment. Enchanted by the charming smile of Blythe Ashford, the word "certainty" took on a menacing new meaning. Will this unexpected turn divert her from her predetermined fate, or will this smile leave her drifting at midnight?

Jun Crawford is an average teenage girl, who loves playing basketball as much as she loves playing computer games. Jun had her fate intertwined with the smart and beautiful, Sheila Eclaire. Both of them were completely opposites, yet that was what brought them together. Growing up together, they became best friends. But little did they know that their friendship didn't stay that way. Pulling on strings once again, fate had attached them both to an online game, where users aren't allowed to reveal their real names. Unexpectedly, they have met each other virtually, believing it was a totally random stranger. Time flew and they grew attached to each other, though one does not feel the way the other does. But will Time tell what they feel for each other? Fate has pulled its string, but will the strength of Love be strong enough for them to unveil the truth behind the name?

'The boundary between Life and Death are at best, shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends and the other begins?' Cursed by the moon and trained to the bone, Athena was the perfect assassin. With every kill she made, her emotions disappeared, further succumbing to the life of a killer. With the blood of the beast, she determines everyone through their blood; the stench of it defines them as what they are - be it human or another, target or foe, innocent or pretentious liars. Her strength increases with each passing hour, slowly losing herself to the thrill of the hunt and the life of a killer. All was perfect until she made a mistake - one that almost cost her very life. Unexpectedly, she retained her life from the courtesy of Michelle Harper, whose blood she cannot define. Will this unexpected turn of events change her stone cold heart? Or will she let herself be consumed by the scent of her blood?