The story of two teens in a suicide recovery club. By @woowoowriting (who writes for Theo) and @_animus (who writes for Noelle).

When seventeen-year-old Natalie Porter finds a treasure chest belonging to her dead mother hidden away in the attic, she follows the clues inside and discovers her mother's death was never actually confirmed. Ten years ago she simply disappeared, leaving behind a mysterious charm necklace. Longing to learn more about her mother, and finding herself fascinated by the odd charm, Natalie claims the necklace. It quickly becomes apparent she's not the only one interested in her mother's disappearance. When Natalie finds herself pursued she hides, still clutching the charm, and is shocked to find herself transported to a place called Brookland. Brookland, once a lush, green land full of magic, has been drained of life and turned into a blackened wasteland by Queen Casias, a woman obsessed only with her own wealth and power. To Natalie's horror, not only does the queen know she's here, but she's been searching for the necklace for the past ten years. And now she knows who has it. If Natalie doesn't keep the charm out of the queen's grasp, she'll use it to spread her twisted darkness into the human world, destroying everything in her path.

Falling into the fiery hell she created must've been the perfect way for her to die. The other woman would then become the heroine that saved the town's people from the mad queen that burnt half of the population down and the duke would become the hero that protected the heroine. They would then be wed and have little children. They would live happily in the new world that they would create after vanquishing the evil queen. They would then lead the people unto a prosperous era of peace. Just... Where?... Where did I go wrong? When I am reborn, will you please give me a simple life?

* THIS IS A COPYRIGHTED STORY OF MINE, MIDNIGHT_LILAC, PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD. IF YOU FIND IT ON ANY OTHER WEBSITE, IT HAS BEEN COPIED/REPUBLISHED WITHOUT MY CONSENT AND YOU ARE LIKELY AT A RISK OF A MALWARE ATTACK. IF YOU WISH TO READ THIS STORY IN ITS ORIGINAL, SAFE FORM, PLEASE GO TO WATTPAD * The slow serene life of a small thriving town. New beginnings for people who have lost something precious. Yet continuing darkness that suffocates and surrounds others. A good omen and a curse; light and darkness; happiness and sorrow; Yin and Yang. When two worlds collide of one with love and one with hate, things have to balance out, right? What seemingly started out as a normal change from the city rush blossomed into something magical and unforgettable. All that was needed was a helping hand, a warm touch and a gentle smile. ~~~~~~~~~~ ORIGINAL STORY, PLOT AND CHARACTERS (C) Midnight_Lilac Dedication to Angie_Taisho

Willow accidentally turns Spike into a child after casting the wrong spell in order to stop him and Xander fighting.

My name is Katerina Giles, I am a good witch and demon expert. A perfect edition to the Scooby gang, but am I ready for what the gang holds? Am I ready for the crazy stuff they encounter? I have read and heard stories about the Scoobies but I don't know if I can join them. •This book is set around season 4, So Spike is in this. But no Riley sorry! Buffy is single in this book. Willow and Tara, Xander and Anya. They are still at college. Spike doesn't have a chip and there is no initiative• *All characters belong to Josh Whedon from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and there is one Harry Potter reference about a demon, which I hope no one takes offence to or anything I love Harry Potter* (Narrated in first person by Katerina Giles)

• Highest Rank #2 in supervillain • "Do you trust me?" he asked, still staring at the gray door. "Of course not," I said, as if the idea were absurd. A ghost of a smile crept at the corner of his mouth. His hand latched onto my arm. Panic started to pool out of my nerves. I glanced back and forth between his gloved hand and the concealing hood upon his head. Curiosity never hit me so deeply than it did at that moment, as I wondered who was under the hood. Who it was that I was supposed to trust. "Who are you?" I timidly reached my free hand up to his head, fingers tingling all the while. He didn't try to stop me. There was a brief second when excitement exploded inside me, propelling my hand all the more quicker, millimeters away from touching the black cloth. Ghost grabbed my hand mid-air, his reflexes acting lightning-fast. I started. Drums began to pound in my ears. My heartbeat rose about ten notches. He had his entire hand wrapped around my wrist, and he slowly eased it down until it was parallel with my body. "A villain can choose to reveal his identity, but not knowing is the beauty of mystery," Ghost said lowly, his right hand coming up to push back a loose strand of hair from my face. "Now close your eyes." Reluctantly I shut my eyes, but not because he had commanded the action. It was more out of fear of what was going to happen next.

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.