Nyx Fray, older sister of Clary Fray, stubborn, quiet, a soldier who takes her job very seriously. She rarely smiles and is very protective over her little sister. When both girls get thrown into the shadowworld, anger steams out, tears fall and smiles are being shed. Find out in my new fanfiction Bloodshed.

one night. that was all it took for kiara chase and clary fray to jump ship from thier mundane lives to a world much more strange, wonderful and terrifying. together they unravel their unique linage as they fight to keep their loved ones and the world they know, safe. which is a little tough when kiara is not exactly welcome in this new world and she discovers more about herself than her bloodline. ❝we're here, it's enough. they can talk, but we're here. it's enough.❞ alec lightwood x oc contains mature themes... duh ━━━ © 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐄, 2020

Camille Fray has a normal life. A young mother, a young sister and a father who died when she was child. Graduated from high school and 2 years into a psych degree. A normal, boring life. A mundane life. Or so she thought. On the night of her sister's 18th birthday, everything changes. Skeleton's come out of the closet, secrets are revealed and both her and her sister, Clary, are thrust into a world where "all the legends are true." When Camille meets Alec, even more changes. His intelligence and brusque manner matching her own draws her to him but will he feel the same way? Or will continuous obstacles keep two people, who should be together, apart forever? Find out in Frayed. {BOOK 1 of the Camille Fairchild Trilogy}

❝Oh yeah, can you recite every Nicolas Cage movie by heart? ❞ ❝You know, sometimes I wish I never met you.❞ In which her world gets turned upside down after her best friend is bumped into by an invisible guy outside of a nightclub. eventual female oc x ? seasons 1-3 NOT AN ALEC LIGHTWOOD FANFIC cover by @reaperes

"This doesn't change anything, i still hate you." "God i love that." Shes lost in a world full

Loneliness is nothing new to Elena Kinsley. She had to grow up pretty quickly when her dad left her to work abroad, and she's taken care of herself from an unreasonably young age. Her only constant goal was success. Safe to say it didn't leave much time for fun, let alone relationships. In the summer before Senior year, Elena receives a job offer. Babysitting for a rich family in her city. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right? Wrong. It's not until her first day does she realise that the family belongs to Parker Ashford, Preston High School's golden boy. Parker is hot, stubborn, arrogant, and Elena can't help but be drawn to him, no matter how hard they both try to resist.

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN