jupiter's moons
this pull is more than just gravity.
Independent and strong-willed Della Tsang hadn't believed in ghosts until she saw her dead cousin darting into the shadows of an alley. She hadn't believed in vampires until in the dark of that same night she is turned into one. Introduced to a strange world of supernaturals, she struggles to accept this new reality...
Sienna Beckham is a powerful witch, and along with her four fiercely protective Keepers, it is her destiny to maintain the balance of nature in this world. Tonight, it's the town carnival and everyone will be there: Sienna's family; her friends; her protectors. Archer. Laughter and flirtation await. But in a few hours...
When a teenage girl is lured to a faery festival in Ireland by a scheming banshee, the chain of events triggered can only lead to death. There's one way in, one way out, and two queens eager for a sacrifice of their very own.
Seventeen year-old spirit medium Emily Chambers has a problem. Actually, she has several. As if seeing dead people isn't a big enough social disadvantage, she also has to contend with an escaped demon and a handsome ghost with a secret past. And then there's the question of her parentage. Being born an entire year aft...
» she was the one thing that i loved as much as i despised. potential trigger warnings for a toxic relationship and alluded suicide
Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.
"Please stop! You're hurting me!" "Don't fight me, Luke, it'll just make it worse." Or in which Luke is being abused by a boy named Ryan and he feels helpless to do anything about it out of fear. He's sworn to silence but can Ashton save him? // tw for abuse, rape, self-harm, attempted suicide // {Fully Edited as of...
it was in the darkest hours of the day that i felt most comfortable in. a collection of words: [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen ] |cover created by -therapy|
Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spin...
This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.
Sylvie, 16, sees colours, where other people only hear words or feel emotions. She knows she has to keep this a secret - as people disappear to institutions if they get sick in the mind. *** Sylvie likes to dress in Lolita outfits and dreams of becoming an architect. She doesn't understand why she has to get married...