"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Madness can only be written in blood. //#1 in Horror, #1 in Action, #34 in Humour and WATTY AWARD WINNER: One of the Most Addictive Stories of 2014 and Featured Story//A Horror Comedy by 8tracks// You can't spell 'manslaughter' without 'laughter'. An adventure in which she takes great pleasure in seeing a whole lot of blood. CAUTION: Contains sick humour and terrifying insanity. Thus, no lighthearted readers allowed. // Are you ready? Because "some say to survive, you have to be Mad As A Hatter." Cover by @xHeyItsAnnax amazing trailer by @carpe-di3m

As an old dead guy once said, "And though she be but little, she is fierce." A self motivating journey dedicated to the short girls, tomboys, weirdos, and outcasts, where a lonely, girl in Bel Air shows the society that big things come in small packages.

"Sometimes we grow so accustomed to normality that we punish anything that seems remotely aberrant to those of us who only know how to deal with a scheduled reality. It makes us realise that this is why we have never truly accepted those whom are special to our Earth: we're terrified of creatures that bring change with their presence." In the rainy, quiet state of Oregon, we find the story of a 17 year old boy named Ichiru Engel. He has nothing and only sees himself as an undeserving creature that doesn't have the right to even so much as look those -- who bothered to look at him -- in the eyes. He's just a boy decorated in baggy sweaters, scars, bruises, and secrets hidden by patches. Ichiru is just a boy that wanted nothing more than to omit the taste of his own uselessness from his brain. Ichiru is just a boy that will change everything for another person named Klevi Ogamie, the boy that triggered the change even with his own nightmarish memories of his murdered younger brother and father. Here, we find the beginning to an old life colliding with another's to create two new people. Here, we learn that even the most beautiful of flowers can die with the most inevitable, and dreaded, stroke of tragedy. Here, we accept that even the prettiest and purest of people are tortured by those they love. ~~~ //this story is NOT edited// Disclaimer: I do not own any of the pictures and/or, but not limited to: videos or music clips shown above and in each chapter; those belong to their rightful owners unless otherwise stated. But I do own this story, and I will not stand for pirating of my works. You have been warned. Cover Art By: https://nachanlovesu.tumblr.com/ Cover Made By: @Deafening__Silence *** 2nd Place Winner of @Undiscovered-Gems Cycle One *** *** Participant in Wattys 2017*** Copyright © 2014 Kelleigh Petersdorf

I winced as he forcefully grabbed my hips, pushing me up against the brick wall. "W-who are you?" I choked out. His grip on my waist tightened, making the pain much greater. Who was he? What was he doing to me? The deep voice chuckled. "I could say so may things." My attacker lent down, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Your worst nightmare. All that shit. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." I could feel cheek on mine, it was an abnormal temperature, freezing cold. "What do you want from me?" I shouted at him. My eyes raked over his features again and again. He had brown hair that hung naturally in disheveled tightly bound ringlets. I couldn't help but feel something other than fear stir in my stomach when I looked into red eyes. My clouded thoughts made it impossible to put a name on the emotion, though. His fingers stroked my neck, circling the same spot, over and over again. "Don't worry, baby girl. You won't feel a thing." The human looking creature opened his mouth wide and lowered it down to my neck. I could feel his teeth grazing my jugular vain. "Please don't!" I spoke loud. Loud enough to make him startle. He laughed and backed away. Now that I could see his full body, the emotion that bubbled deep inside of me gave itself a label. Attraction. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but feel infatuated with him. When I looked at his inhumane features, I saw beauty. He was beautiful. © All Rights Reserved To LuciaPayne_1D ( Trailer Here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqkwVzm8RTM&sns=tw ) (Cover made by 'ImmatureLad')

Bailey and Harry have been married for one whole year. Everything was great, they were madly in love, and living happily with the boys. They had a relationship that everyone else envied, until one day... (This story is the sequel to 'Demon By Night' cover by ImmatureLad )