He takes what he wants and he decided he wanted her... Sarah Serenity Meadows is a strict servant on her way to a strange new job but it's not what she signed up for. But before she gets there, she witnesses a murder that she cannot stop. The murderer decided to kidnap her on a whim and...employ her? But he must first break her down to make her into his ideal worker. This isn't a a story where the characters fall in love instantly over clique side long glances or brief moments of touch; its a story of a man trying to break a woman and her fight against him and the relationship they build.

He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Editing, as of 5/11/2018. Log: 0/129 chapters edited. 0 added. Cover by @ferret-bird

Cutting poems and quotes. They just sound really pretty and they're here for anyone. I'm here for anyone that needs me too

My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get him somewhere. Welcome to my life. Special Thanks to: Augustus Waters Hazel Grace Lancaster Peter Van Houten And of course... Our beloved John Green, an amazing author who can bring characters and plots to life and who made this story possible. A/N ~~ There will be the use of one direct quote from TFIOS for AIA. Details in this story were inspired by the book. I do not claim ownership of them. All credits go to John Green. All rights reserved.

Essays on Writing is a collection of thoughts I come across during my writing journey. They cover topics such as grammar, editing, writing, publishing and very often character and story development within the expectations of genre or society.

The Freeze-Dried Groom is one of the nine stories in Margaret Atwood's fantastic new collection Stone Mattress. A collection of highly imaginative short pieces that speak to our times with deadly accuracy. Vintage Atwood creativity, intelligence, and humor: think Alias Grace. Margaret Atwood turns to short fiction for the first time since her 2006 collection, Moral Disorder, with nine tales of acute psychological insight and turbulent relationships bringing to mind her award-winning 1996 novel, Alias Grace. A recently widowed fantasy writer is guided through a stormy winter evening by the voice of her late husband in "Alphinland," the first of three loosely linked stories about the romantic geometries of a group of writers and artists. In "The Freeze-Dried Groom," a man who bids on an auctioned storage space has a surprise. In "Lusus Naturae," a woman born with a genetic abnormality is mistaken for a vampire. In "Torching the Dusties," an elderly lady with Charles Bonnet syndrome comes to terms with the little people she keeps seeing, while a newly formed populist group gathers to burn down her retirement residence. And in "Stone Mattress," a long-ago crime is avenged in the Arctic via a 1.9 billion-year-old stromatolite. In these nine tales, Margaret Atwood is at the top of her darkly humorous and seriously playful game.

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 spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.

All Kelly wanted was to sell a few million in Canadian diamonds to fund her next scheme (annexing Quebec and ransoming a few small European countries are at the top of her list)...that is until the Kanuck Crusader goes and messes up her business model... And to top it off, her latest batch of minions wouldn't know a windchill warning if it hit them. Supervillains, bunny slippers, and Yukon. Enough said.

Wishtesters are the lowest of the low, the most pitiful beggars and crooks living on the fringes of society. And Faruq is itching to become one. Asking a wish of the Djinn, powerful beings who can grant almost anything the heart desires, is a privilege normally reserved for the exceedingly wealthy. But wishtesters may petition the Djinn without spending a single coin. The price for wishtesters is far greater than simple gold. **Best rank #143 in fantasy, #150 in adventure

This book was created as a way for 14 year old me to vent her emotions. Suffering through heartbreak, death, loss and trauma, I made it through. Please don't use these pages as a guide, but use my story instead. I got through my trauma, I'm completing a university degree and I'm finally happy.