All her life Lucy heartifillia has been suffering from her father and the past. This beautiful, shy, and kind girl has been hiding her real problems her whole life. She says it's caused by her clumsiness, but is that really the reason she come to school everyday with new or worse cuts and bruises? Will this dense pink haired boy be able to save her from the secret she hides, or will it be to late? Setting is at school, plz read!!! *Also this story contains violence and swearing so I warn you now that this for the mature.* *all teen characters are 16, but Wendy and Romeo are 13* NALU!!!!!!!!!

Nico Di Angelo made the ultimate sacrifice when he chose to be the one to close the Doors of Death; and it didn't go unnoticed. The Man in the Moon brought him back, but what for? With Pitch's return, Nico will have to find out soon, or lose himself to the thickening shadows.

✿ HIATUS UNTIL EDITING IS FINISHED ✿ ❝I'm a nobody - an orphan, a worthless piece of trash.❞ Charlotte is an orphan. Abused and scarily unhealthy, she longs for a family. Someone to love her and take care of her. So when the Cullen family adopt her, things can only get better right? Wrong. Just as Charlotte gets herself settled, her parents that abandoned her all those years ago appear. They want their daughter back and intend to do everything in their power to get her. Even if it means breaking the law and their daughter's heart. - © copyright to me [tropicaltomlenson] and if you attempt to steal i will skin you alive ✿

OC X Law, Luffy or Kid. A pirate ship isn't the first place that most people would have wanted to wake up on, but that's exactly what happens to 17 year old, Misaki Ryuto. Now that she's on the Grandline, she decides to enjoy her new found freedom. And along the way meets an arrogant, red haired beast, a serious, emotionless doctor and a cheeky and playful captain . A.K.A Eustass Kid, Trafalgar Law and Monkey D. Luffy. Will these Three Demons change Misaki, Will she fall for one of them?

"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.