"Little Star," the king said, his red eyes shining down as he greedily took in my whole body and the repressors upon it, "it will be my pleasure to corrupt your soul." ▫▫▫ Darkness laid the Kingdom to waste since the rulers of the land long ago fell into its temptation. The red eyes shine out into the night. But among the darkness, light still can be seen- and those who follow it. These followers of the light, have a religion of their own. A religion to prevail against the darkness. And the highest of their leaders is Arishia. One who has been bathed and blessed within the Moon's light. But even the darkness reaches out to touch the followers of light. And Arishia has a purpose she must fill. A purpose given to her by the Moon. Taken from the safety of her Temple, Arishia is pushed into the King's Reaping. A tradition long ago set- where 20 maidens are selected and sent to the King's Palace of nightmares. Their goal? Survive the next 5 years, from the monster who thirsts for their blood. The winner of the reaping not only survives- she becomes the Queen of darkness- set to rule next to the King in his reign of shadows. And Arishia will try everything in her power, to keep her soul. Thank you for reading Highest rank #3 in Vampire Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission

When I looked into his eyes, he looked anything but human, and the scariest part was I couldn't find it in me to care. "W-Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head up. He looked at me through narrowed eyes, his pink lips parted as his rough voice sent chills up my spine, "That's not the question you should be asking." "Then what is?" There was a long unsettling silence that had dawned over the two of us. "Not who but what...what am I?" ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014.

"The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man."

the mafia has taken over, and he is taking over her. © all rights reserved 2015

Bridgette. Niall. Complete opposites. Niall has tattoos and piercings, while Bridgette is an innocent looking girl. They fall in love, blah blah blah. People judge them, because they are so different and they live happily ever after. Well if you were thinking that don't, because things end a little differently in this story, because life isn't a fairytale..

Only one look and Niall knew he wanted her, but little did he know that dating that new and 'innocent' girl would cause him more trouble than ever before. -This was written when I was 13, there's some poor grammar and it's not the best story ever-

"And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." - Christopher Poindexter ********** We moved to the music, not missing a beat. It was like we were the only ones in the whole club. This wasn't suppose to happen, we hated each other I thought. This could be a dream, but the hot breath on my neck felt so real to be fake. I turn around to see his ocean blue eyes, they were the brightest, most vivid shade of blue I had ever seen. He lowered his head so our foreheads were touching, his minty breath fanning over my cheeks making goose bumps form on my arms. He smirked in satisfaction noticing what he was doing to me. He moves closer, our lips grazing each other making feel a sensation I had never felt before. "You need to relax princess." he mumbled the same words he has been telling me since I met him against my lips, he pulls me closer well if that was even possible. Hot bodies were all around us not noticing the scene we were making. I promised my parents I wouldn't associate with any of the so called 'punks' here at university but this right here with Niall felt so right. Niall Horan Fan Fiction (THIS STORY HAS BEEN RENAMED FROM "Kiss Me Under the Stereo" TO "Stereo Noise") DO NOT COPY MY STORY, IF YOU DO I WILL REPORT YOUR ASS, AND YOU WILL BE BLOCKED FROM MY STORIES! I TAKE PRIDE IN MY WORK AND I WILL NOT LET SOMEONE STEAL MY WORK PLEASE AND THANK YOU! ♥

Renee Delilah Parker has always been an average girl. She had average grades, she was funny and a basic tomboy. Her mother sends her to spend the Summer in Mullingar, with her paranoid grandmother, her grumpy grandfather and her slutty cousin. She doesn't want to do anything but stay inside all day on Tumblr. It all changes for her when she meets Niall Horan, the bad boy. Niall's tattoos, his attitude and his flirty ways annoy her, but she can't help the attraction he feels towards him. They're complete opposites: he's the punk bad boy, while she's the goody two-shoes. Soon, he shows her what his life is all about: skating, smoking, drinking, partying, drugs and sex. The normal life of a teenage dirtbag. Without either of them noticing, the start to fall in love. But what will happen when she'll have to leave Mullingar, to go back to London? Is it just a fling for them, just a normal summer love? Find out in Teenage Dirtbag. A punk Niall Horan fan fiction.

What would you do if your best friend committed suicide? What would you do if there was no way that you could help them? All there is left, is 199 letters. The only thing they left behind for you. © 2014, Ashley (larrystyIinson), All rights reserved

[CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION // ALMOST COMPLETE, SHOULD BE DONE BY 2019. // RECOMMEND READING ONCE EDITING IS FINISHED.] ___________________________________________ ... he grabbed my upper arm pulling me back to him, his lips found mine -and his kiss was soft. Softer than I expected. He didn't try to grab anywhere on my body, he didn't try to force me to kiss him back or put his tongue down my throat - he just kissed me. It was a short lingering kiss that lasted only a minute, but it still left me almost breathless and bewildered to say the least. When he pulled away, I slowly opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes were hard and his lips pressed in a firm line. His hand found the collar of my jacket moving it away once more, enough for anyone to see the mark he left earlier. "You're mine now, and don't you forget it." he stated sternly, looking deep into my eyes his hard blue ones washing over my green iris's like a tsunami. I gulped tightly at how serious he was. He said that in such a way where it actually had me terrified, he looked frustrated, determined, even down right possessive. It made me never want to touch a guy again, touch Grant again, and maybe that's why he looked at me like that. He wanted to scare me so that I would never defy his words, so that he could have me to himself, but I barely knew him, never the less, he barely knew me - or my name. ___________________________________________