"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Avaryn Alastors life couldn't possibly get any worse. That's what she told herself the second her feet crossed the threshold of Crestwood Academy. But boy, was she wrong. She'd never wanted to attend the most prestigious stuck-up school only made for the rich and the smart. She'd never even wanted to apply. But tragedy struck her family and it had always been her moms dream. The first day she's there she makes a fool out of herself in front of the most popular group in all of Crestwood. And to make matters worse one of them is her roommate! They call themselves the Devara. (Stupid, she knows). And yet she can't help but feel drawn to them. Drawn to everything about them. So Avaryn does what she does best, she investigates. Only what she finds is a whole other dangerous world. A world of secrets and pain and even magic. The Devara is supernatural. They come from a whole other world. Not only that but they are heirs to this world. They are royalty. And with royalty comes enemies ... And now these enemies want Avaryn. And the only way she'll survive is sticking with the Devara. That is ... If she doesn't kill them first. Mystery, romance, death, lies. A plot twist you won't see coming. Shadows of Ash and Gold.

!Discontinued! ~Selcouth~ (adj.) Unfamiliar, rare, strange, yet marvelous. She could never love him the way he loves her. For he loves her the way the sun loves the moon~ an Ecliptic love... ~ "I'll break your heart Weasley," I muse to the ginger-headed boy in front of me. My voice coming out playful but words holding seriousness. I finish wrapping his wrist with my wand, my heart clenching as I look down at it. You'll only keep hurting him, Millie. I could quite literally break his heart with a snap of my fingers, he knows that. They're getting stronger, I can't stop it. "Maybe I'll break yours," George jokes back trying to lighten the mood, his words meaning differently than mine. Both of us knowingly avoiding the incident that had just occurred. He runs his finger over the bandage, wincing slightly but tries to play it off by crossing his arms over his chest. He could break my heart, that's the problem. A scoff leaves my lips as I roll my eyes, not believing one word that I utter. Judging from George's face when I said them, he didn't believe it either. "Never." ~ A true slow burn about a girl who always has to be perfect but when an unfamiliar... almost evil feeling starts to fester inside her will she embrace it like her mother did or will someone steer her in a different path. Follow these teenagers' journey of love, healing, acceptance, and a heartache for the ages. ~based in order of the phoenix~ ~half-blood prince on going~ ~deathlly hollows on going~ ~george Weasley and Slytherin story~ I do not own any of these characters besides my baby Millie. all rights go to she- who- must- not- be - named