Entre Clary et Alec ce n'est pas le grand amour...mais si leurs sentiments évoluaient vers quelque chose de plus profond? Dans le monde des Shadowhunters rien n'est jamais acquis et il faudra se battre pour sauver leur relation et même leurs vies. Fanfiction sur Clary et Alec. Bonne lecture et n'oubliez pas de laisser un petit mot ou autre ;-) Les personnages sont la propriété de Cassandra Clare

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The battle with Theo and the Dread Doctors is heating up, and Stiles and Malia seem to be becoming distant. When a new villain comes to town vying for blood, how will their lack of communication with one another backfire? ------------------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: This idea came from my personal opinions on episode 5x04. I do not own Teen Wolf, or any of its characters and plots. All credits to MTV. ------------------------------------------------------ Credits to @vyyluu on Twitter for our new cover art!

I stared into his eyes. They always distracted me. Without the light, they looked like a simple shade of brown. Nothing special to them, but in the light. In the light they were not just brown. They were a shade between gold and hazel. They were absolutely stunning, just like the rest of him. Everything about him was breathtaking, from the way his untamed eyebrows furrow when he thinks, to his cute little nose, to his lips that are softer that a feather, to his hands that are holding mine right now. "Malia?" I hear. I look to him. He looks confused. "Yes Stiles?" I answer back. "What are you thinking about? Is it about your dad? I promise I will help you tell him if you want me to. Malia, if anything is bothering you, please tell me. All I want to do is protect you." he says so softly, it's almost as if he was whispering. I don't answer. All I do is cuddle closer to him. "Go to sleep. I promise I will be here when you wake up. No matter how bad it smells in this basement." I laugh, now noticing how bad it actually smells down here. He smiles down at me. "What?" I say. "I just like staring at you, and NOT in a creepy stalkerish way. You are just so beautiful, it's hard not to stare." he says. I look down smiling. He really is the best person to be around. "Look at me." he says lifting my head up. He leaned in, only inches away from us actually touching. "I want you to know, I am not just staying with you because we have a supernatural connection. I am staying with you because we have a real connection, one that doesn't involve any werewolves, coyotes, banshees, hunters. Anything. I really like you Malia. I never thought I could ever like anybody besides Lydia, but you changed that..." he leaned in ever closer. We were close enough that I could feel and hear his breathing. "and I will do anything to protect you. Anything at all." and then he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in to kiss him.

Every time I close my eyes, It's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, I'm scared that you, Won't be waiting on the other side. Every time I close my eyes, It's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, But there's no you, Except in my dreams tonight.

Primrose Everdeen can not bear the thought of being reaped for the Hunger Games. But as fate would have it, her name is indeed chosen for the deadly competition, along with the kind-hearted baker's boy, Peeta Mellark. But Katniss could not sacrifice herself and so Prim must battle through the tortures before, during and after the Hunger Games. Will she win? What dangers lie ahead? And will she stayed same long enough to be thrusted into the arena the Gamemakers have in store for the fresh batch of tributes?

They never expected it to be like that - their meeting was only by chance. But it kept happening again, and sometimes fate is to be blamed.

"I'm sorry Tom. I really am..." Thomas is supposed to be sent to the Glade in a week. His best friend Teresa is supposed to be sent the next day. However, she is against WICKED and everything it does and to be honest, deep down, Thomas is against WICKED too, but Teresa doesn't know. When Thomas finds a note that says that Teresa has escaped, all Thomas can think about is escaping WICKED and reuniting with Teresa. Escaping WICKED will be the fight of Thomas's life, and will be a fight that may be impossible to win...

My name is Faren Hode. According to the Authorities I don't exist. Every legal document I've found claims I died in a Tram crash 3 years ago. Obviously I didn't but I use that fact to my advantage. That same Tram crash I supposedly died in killed my parents and brother. That crash was no accident.