"We can't get her involved" "She already got involved the second she laid eyes on the Taka" "WILL YOU SHUT UP AKARI SHE CAN HEAR YOU!" "it's good, maybe then she'll finally take notice of all the damage she's caused" The red haired girl immediately felt a slight sting to her chest as the short girl uttered those words. She didn't mean to cause any problems, she didn't even fully understand what was going on. She looked up to the three girls who were still fighting and felt her heart drop, she couldn't help but wonder if she made the right decision by seeking their help, she was already freaked out by what she saw, was seeking help from another group of strange people the best idea. Her thoughts were caught off as the door was slammed open and a familiar dark green haired goth was in sight, she looked like she had just ran a marathon, her chest heaved in and out rapidly as sweat trickled down her forehead. "They found us" Their faces turned pale and their blood immediately ran cold, the three girls looked at each other and then down to the short haired girl who was still wrapped in a blanket, she squinted her eyes in confusion at the three girls who looked at each other contemplating whether they should tell her. "Why are all of you looking at me like I'm a goner" "They're-" but she didn't have time to finish the sentence as a loud scream caught their attention. Himari immediately ran to door and was about to reach the knob but was thrown into the wall with full force as the door was slammed open revealing the 6 foot tall creature that they've been trying to avoid.

"Do you know who I am, I'M DEVON FUCKING SWIFT!" "AND I'M MITCHELL FREAKING OBAMA, so I guess we both sound stupid" .......... This book is made purely out of work of fiction and the pictures in this book don't belong to me so if I used your picture, please don't be offended

Silence, One of the only thing that makes me feel safe Even though I still hear the darkness slowly devouring my insides through my four thick, empty corners of my dark tall walls. In the real world were cliche was outlawed, It was only believed that you belonged to your kind. From criminals to criminals, to poor to poor. But what if you don't exactly have a kind? Enter Veronica Adams whose only friend is the darkness and the silence of the night. She was the type of person who only lurked in the shadows. Often referred as a what instead of a who but she doesn't mind. No people, no problems. But what about a person? Adam Wolf One word. Monster. Apparently to thier psychology teacher the only way to fix the unfixable is by putting them in a room alone for two hours. Two broken people, four walls and one project. What could possibly go wrong? Warning ; Triggering topics such as depression, anxiety and trauma.

I let out a subtle groan as I felt my back hit the wall but it was caught off as my hands were grabbed and pinned roughly above my head, I tried to shake off her grasp but it just tightened which made it worse. I hissed in pain as her nails dug into my flesh creating a stinging sensation on my skin. I felt trapped and opposed as her face got closer to mine, the scent of her perfume alone was able to engulf me in her spell I felt my knees become weak under her gaze, it was like I had no control of my body. My thoughts were caught off as I felt her breath hit my neck and that's when I lost it, my entire body became numb, my breathing became uneven as my heartbeat quickened sending chills down my spine leaving a burning sensation at my core. The sensation was too strong that I couldn't help stifle a small moan but as soon I realized it I immediately shut my mouth but it was too late as I felt her breath leave my neck and her eyes snapped towards mine. I felt heat run up my face tainting my cheeks from the embarrassment of my raging hormones. Her eyes alone were enough to send me in a trance and as I gazed into them I could see that they were darker than before, a lot darker and it caught my attention as I raised a brow in confusion. Her eyes hid many emotions that I could easily see like Anger, frustration and is that-no It couldn't-is that... lust? It's like she understood my confusion cause immediately I thought that, the side of her lips twitched up leaving a mischievous smirk on her face. She then let go of my hands and fiercely grabbed my waist still pinning me on the wall. Our faces were merely inches apart, I could feel her hot breath on my lips luring me towards hers. I knew this was wrong in everyway. I, Eden King stuck in a janitor's closet while being trapped by the tall goddess that I can't get out of my head.