She hated pirates and her Father, that's why she was a marine. She was well known for her 100% execution rate in exterminating pirates. Now, a very dangerous mission flips her black and white world into the grey and she is forced to become what she hated most. If only that stupid Pirate would let her catch him easily, then she wouldn't have to stare at another type of grey. First book of the 'Blood Series'.

to those who smiled upon my YouTube comment on Wilbur's video, here we are. tw// blood, gore, other stuff like that:) The outcast meets a legend, all because of a tyrannical man with godlike powers. In his final moments, he really didn't end up regretting anything, after all.

She lied to me. I wanted her. I had her. But why was I not please. I should be pleased. I was satisfied of that I was utterly sure. Her lips against my neck urging for me to go faster. Her legs draped around my torso whilst I filled her. The way she whispered my name. She had a child! Yet when I entered her. There was clearly a barrier. There was no denying it. She was tight around me. The child was clearly not hers! Was everything she told me a lie. I was moving frantic about my drawing room. A soft knock abruptly drew me from my thoughts. "Come in" I yelled from across the room. The door opened and before me stood my wife. A deflowered virgin. She could not even look me in face. Her cheeks were flushed. I could only imagine the amount of bravery it took her to walk down these stairs and to face me. "Has my wife lost her tongue?" "No your grace" she shook her head. "Good because there is a matter at hand. It seems to me madam that you came to me untouched. A virgin. You can imagine my shock. You have a child!" "I can explain" she reached for me and I drew back. "What is there to explain? That you lied to me! Who's child is it? Did you steal it? Had everything you told me been a damn lie! How can I even trust anything you told me so far!" I roared. A slapped kissed my cheek rather roughly and swung my head to the side. "You don't speak to me that way! I am your wife your equal. So shut up and let me speak!" Scarlett has a baby and is running away from her fiancé Stephen to find a husband. But why is running away from him? Her only choice to be rid of Stephen is to marry someone. She ends up marrying Lucian a half drunk she rescued one night. How will their story turn out? COVER MADE BY: Queen_of_ craziness

As Ptolemy thought, we are all closer to Hell than we are to Heaven. If you push any man hard enough they can fall right back into the abyss from which they came. ~ Loki, The God of Mischief in The Art of Manipulation They were perfect for each other. She was light, he was darkness. She was pure, he was plagued. He was a ghost, and she was an angel. They had balanced each other like no other couple could. They calmed each other, soothed each other. They came together like Heaven and Hell, joined at the horizon by their love for music. He gave her his music and she gave him her voice. Their love was perfection in every sense of the word. They were also ignorant. Or at least...he...was ignorant. Ignorant to the fact that there was another being who loved him, too. I had loved him, that masked man. I had known him when all he was was a voice to her, her angel of music. I was his companion and he was my dream. A dream that would never be mine. A dream that I would long for for centuries. And now that I had a second chance, a second chance at the love I most desperately desired, I had to make a choice. Do I let things be, allow the Phantom's story to unravel the way it had the first time? Do I endure watching the man I love marry the woman who was so perfect for him again? That woman who was the dazzling soprano Christine Daaé? Or do I take him as my own?

|| A Phantom Of The Opera One Shot || It's silly, I know, to daydream about the very person who burned down the first Opéra Populaire. I work in the second Opéra Populaire now, the one that was born from the ashes, so it is even more silly to yearn for the man who had burned down the place I work and love so much. But, can I help it? Is it truly that big of a surprise for a silly girl to dream silly dreams? What harm can it do? After all, they are only dreams.

"Who knew that they would end this way? Who knew? I truly find the story quite tragic, don't you?" ~ "The Ironic Love Affair" by Mabelle Davison A collection of a few poems I have written over the years!

|| Book 3 of "The Shadow's Melody" || (Based off of the Alternate Ending of "The Angel's Shadow") I can not possibly tell you just how happy I am in the life I have now. The life with my Erik. My wonderful Erik. The man I have wanted since I was a child and dreaming about the masked man I had seen onstage at the Opéra Populaire. He loves me, that Phantom, that Opera Ghost. He loves me. Can you believe it? Can you believe how lucky I am to have such an extraordinary man as him? He can do no wrong, not anymore. He would do anything for me and our children. He wouldn't dream of hurting any of us. Or would he?

quotes from Unus Annus Might be some quotes from the camera crew (e.g. Amy and Evan) some quotes may not be suitable for kids due to some of the videos. I do not work or associate with Unus Annus, I only write down quotes. Momento Mori.

quotes from Unus Annus Might be some quotes from the camera crew (e.g. Amy and Evan) some quotes may not be suitable for kids due to some of the videos. I do not work or associate with Unus Annus, I only write down quotes. Momento Mori.

BEST READ AT NIGHT You'll wake up - but you'll never know what happened. You'll wake up in somewhere that becomes your new reality... A reality where a Wilford Warfstache wants you - but most importantly... needs you. But he will kill you. Because he's mad.