"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

I bite my lip in order to prevent any noises from slipping out and pull one last time. The rope falls off of my wrists and I am finally free. I stand up and run. I run and run and run, hoping never to stop and to never look back. But I have to. I look back only for a little moment to check if someone is following me and I suddenly bump into a wall in front of me. I turn my face to look at the wall but it isn't a wall... it is a man. Dear lord please, I'm begging you... I don't want to go back. Hi. My name is Amanda, I am 19 years old and this is my story... ------------------------------------------------------ hey :) if you decide to read this book, please note that there will be swearings etc and maybe some somewhat steamy scenes. Also don't make hateful comments towards the author, thaks<3 I hope you'll enjoy reading this book^^ Highest rank #2 in vampire

" do you have me under a curse, diggory? " " no, what makes you say that? " " i feel completely under your control, and i can't stop it. " ~ The younger sister of Cedric Diggory, Arden, is a Slytherin who doesn't fit in. Draco Malfoy, a wealthy Slytherin bully. The two come together, and Arden realises that being a Slytherin isn't so bad after all; but with a few bumps in the road for Draco, can they stay together? fourth year - seventh year 2015© ; pansyparks *I DON'T OWN THE HARRY POTTER SERIES*

"You were too late. She fell in love with someone else. Funny thing is, you were not even an 'almost' to her. You were just the right amount of heartache she needed to learn that she deserved someone better." (Eclipse) (Book 1) (Violet Uley Intro) COMPLETED T W I L I G H T S A G A (OC X EMMETT CULLEN)

"ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ - ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ! ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ - ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ! ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ!" Sophie Swan, a quiet enigma, always wears her gloves and sketches people she's never met. Reluctantly returning to the slumbering town of Forks, she seeks to vanquish demons and reconcile with a past shrouded in mystery. However, she does not expect the underlying darkness that has manifested itself beneath the small-town facade of Forks, nor the tangled web of lies that she stumbles upon, discovering her sister fixed at the heart of it. Surviving unforeseen events, Sophie unearths facets of her own soul previously concealed. How will she navigate the horrors without tipping off the edge? Returning to her hometown, there may be just the right person to gain Sophie's interest-one with the potential to unravel the intricate tapestry of Sophie Swan's hidden life. ------------- AU-ISH. {Warning!} This book was used as practice for my writing, so the writing gets better as the story progresses. The first few chapters are unedited, therefore cringey and full of typos. Disclaimer! The Twilight Saga does not belong to me! My original characters belong to me like Sophie. Other Characters that you do not recognize belongs to me, characters you do recognize belongs to Stephenie Meyer. All of Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. {Warning!} Excessive amount of blood, gore, and death with explicit detail. Mature scenes will come up, and it is kind of AUish.

"NO!" I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream. Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black. I'm trapped here, forever. And he couldn't be more happy.