"Go on Cato. Kill me. I dare you." I say, looking into his eyes."You can't. Wonna know why?"I ask "No, no i know what you are gonna say, and I don't!" He yells "Then kill me." I say calmly "I CAN'T ALRIGHT!" He yells. I smirk "You can't kill me because you love me." "NO! I dont!" he yells Then prove it kill me right now." I say I was not prepared for what he did next.

This is a fanfiction of The Hunger Games. But it's about Clato, therefore Clove and Cato and not Katniss and Peeta. Clove is a girl from district 2, she have been in love with Cato a very long time and she did not know about his feelings for her. And what happens when their emotions becomes deeper? What happens inside the arena and why are Clove so emotional? Find out in this fanfiction! PS: KATNISS AND PEETA DOESN'T EXIST IN THIS FANFIC!

My fear is so deep that a thousand years couldn't save me now.

"Davis, take her to the cage." Pan then turns and strides away. "Yes, sir," Davis replies while smirking at me. Despite my protests, he roughly grabs my arm and hauls me away from the group of boys and into the surrounding forest. I wait until I'm sure we are out of earshot before I make my move. I stamp on his foot hard. He winces and loosens his grip just enough for me to break free. I then kick him in his midsection causing him to lose his balance and snatch his spear away. I use the blade to slice the ropes binding my wrists and before Davis has time to call for help, I knock him out with one swing of the weapon. His unconscious form slumps to the ground and lays motionless at my feet. I grimace. He's going to have a huge lump on his head when he comes around. "Sorry Davis," I whisper and I take off into the woods. Peter Pan brought me to Neverland for a reason, but he's forgotten one very important detail. I've been here before.

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."

What if I told you Felix had a younger sister named Anne? And what if I told you that after Felix left to become a lost boy, Anne found a box filled of all Neverland secrets? What if finally--when Pan plays his special song, Anne follows it to go find her brother? Pan doesn't approve of girls but can he resist taking Anne away to Neverland after he finds out shes the sister to one of his excellent lost boys? At war with Henry's saviors...Pan might just need another soldier...but what happens when love stands in the way of it all? And there's a reason why Pan doesn't approve of lost girls... "Tell me..." Pan started sliding his hand down Anne's arm. She shoved his hand away. "Tell you what--" "Did you feel it--" "I felt nothing--" "--how much I wanted you? How much I wanted everything you could possibly offer--never had I been more attracted--" "I don't care!" Anne spat. "Oh but of course you do! Because you wanted me too...only for a moment but you wanted me." [This story is also on Quotev as well under the name Peter Pan's storyteller] (Completed w/a sequel)

Jackie has always been a little lost, but thanks to Peter Pan and his crew things will soon change. What unusual events will happen to her? including abusive ex boyfriends, the pirates, and many others. Saving Henry will be tied into the story, too. Will Jackie find out more about her past? Will she end up with Peter? Read to find out :)

The very first Lost Girl, Adriana Vicore, has come to Neverland, but Peter and Adriana have a complicated relationship. Pan has never felt the way he does right now, and Adriana is trying to recover from her traumatic past. In addition, Pan's enemies complicate things even more, and people from Adriana's past keep showing up, and her shady past isn"t helping. Are the consequences of their actions to great? Will the pair even come out alive? Read the story to find out, and get an answer to the age old question- Why do Peter Pan and Captain Hook hate each other other as much as they do? Copyright, All Rights Reserved to Musicfanatic53, December 24, 2013. No part of this document may be copied, reproduced, or sold without the author's consent. Peter Pan, Neverland, Lost Boys, Tinker Bell, Tiger Lily, etc. are property and copyright of J.M. Barrie. Other characters such as Adriana, Talia, Gisabell, Sooter, Ashton, Ranger, etc. are property and ideas of Musicfanatic53.

Arabella Jackson wasn't the nicest person when she first came to Beacon Hills. She was a lone wolf in search for a new pack to be a part of. Perhaps one would've taken her instantly if not for her intimidating personality, which she only puts up to hide how she truly feels. Still, she eventually gains the trust of a true Alpha, finds people she can count on, and is finally problem-free; or so she thought. Before her last year at Beacon Hills High School even begins, interesting things begin to unravel, one of them being that a new werewolf arrives in town out of the blue. Just when Ella thought this would be her year to live a real high school life, some new boy decides to change it all up. Teen Wolf || Season 5 Started: 2015 Completed: - Warning: DISCONTINUED

Evangeline Rosewood was young when she was adopted into a pack of wolves that constantly abused her, even her mate rejected her--all because they thought she was human. However, what they don't know is that she is a werewolf just waiting for the right time to search for her pack, the Rosewood pack in her memories. Now when the group that has been killing werewolf packs has reached near them, Evangeline decides that the time is right and leaves to help the pack that has been attacked, because the danger is far from over. With powers she's only beginning to realize, Evangeline is caught in the throes of a werewolf adventure that has never been seen before as she juggles searching for her own pack, helping others, and discovering who she is.