People say that "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." That "Everything happens for a reason.", and that "There's always a lesson to be learned." But I wonder if that's just a way to "make sense" of all the sensless things, you know? What gives anyone else the right to decide what I need, Other than me? It'd be so much easier to use faith as a fallback, wouldnt it? To believe that anything and everything is just part of some bigger plan. And that somehow, someway, everything would be ok. But my world isn't like that, theres so much more in this world than people know. And even the ones that do, more often than not try to explain it in a way that doesnt actually address it. Theres alot more than just what "Goes bump in the night." Its here, all around us, the supernatural is part of it all. Since maybe even before time itself. Peculiar things happen, and people try to give reason to it. But sometimes logic isnt always right. Life and Death are one thing we all share. The only question is time, how much or how little we have. As a witch, we arent much different from the rest of the world. Were born, we live, we die. End of story. Atleast until now. My name is Kena, and I am dead, kind of... Not everything can be explained away in a few words, sometimes it just happens. Life happens, and in the blink of eye, things can change, or come to an end. How easily people you once shared everything with, can become no more than a stranger. But even when it seems to be over, nothing is ever as it seems, especially not when it comes to the Neon Daemon... You see, Fate has a funny way of working things out, even if it's not how you planned. And I hope more than anything that, that's true... As they say "If the ending of your story is a happy one, does it really matter how it began?"

They pooped together, They dressed together, celebrated birthdays together gone to school together and so much more. He was her pillow, She was his Blanket. People see them as Brother's and sisters but what about them? What do they see one another as? Heading to college, Lovetta realizes its now or never to confess her feelings... But what would happen? Would it affect there relationship they already share or would it bring them together. Going up and down battling, This 18 year old girl faces through hard times just for her one love she doesn't want to let go. Or would she? ************************************************************************* "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Say 'Hey' One more time and you won't be able to eat your favorite cupcakes." I frowned pushing him away and crossing my arms like a little child. I heard him sigh and soon enough his huge arms wrapped around my neck, nose buried in the crook. "You can say 'Hey' I love your voice anyways." My face heated fast and I bit my lip hoping he doesn't notice. God if he only knew how much his words affected me.

Abused. Beaten. Broken. Scarred. James is a desperate man caught up in a cruel existence of disgust and ridicule. OMEGA. A curse spit at him from his entire pack a title that ensures his life of servitude. His days are long and cruel his night are lonely and painful. After enduring one particularly horrible act at the hands of his Alpha he has finally had enough and decides to escape his torment. Life as a rogue will be a challenge but anything is better than being an OMEGA. Amber is the Alpha of the Red Dawn Wolf Pack. She's strong, confident, and is enjoying the friends with benefits relationship she has with her sexy best friend and Beta. She doesn't need a mate and isn't looking for one that is until her pack stumbles across a beaten and emaciated James on her territory. TRIGGER WARNINGS THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT, AND VERY DARK THEMES. MATURE READERS ONLY IF UNDER 18 I ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ!!!!!!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!! ---- I do not own any pictures used in the story.

A collection of true crime cases both solved and unsolved. This is not a way of being disrespectful towards anyone involved in any of these cases in any way, they are simply to bring more awareness to these cases. Some cases might involve some graphic descriptions that may make some uncomfortable. Please read with caution!

#192 in Horror, February 24, 2017 A horrific short story based off of the infamous Elizabeth Bathory, a young countess widely known in Hungary for murdering virgins and bathing in their blood. Please note, some of the things in this story probably aren't historically accurate. Unless you trust Wikipedia (hehe - maybe not). Also, this story includes blood, violence, murder... so don't read if you are squeamish or easily frightened.

[COMPLETE] After a night filled with passion, Olivia wakes up in her hotel room alone, the man who professed to love her gone. Pregnant with his child, she moves on with her life when it is apparent that he only used her for sex. Cameron is a werewolf, a warrior of the Zhooniyaa Miskwi (Silver Blood) Pack. He doesn't care that his soulmate is a human and is over the moon when he finds her. But when an attack on his pack has him dashing out of bed, fully intent on returning to her as quickly as he can, he never anticipated nearly dying and falling into a coma. When he wakes, he doesn't remember her at all and goes about life as he normally would. Until he meets her again 5 years later. [CONTAINS 1 MATURE SCENE] --- She couldn't move. Couldn't gather air into her lungs. She stood there and stared at him as he strode across the open-concept living room to the kitchen. Her senses snapped back into place when he was a few meters away and she lifted her hand up to stop him. "What are you doing here?" "So, you do know me." Was he insane? He had to be. She pointed to the front door. "Get out." "Why should I?" he challenged. "It's an open house, isn't it?" The blood rushed to her face. "I am not falling for that trick again. Now, get out." "Are you married?" He took a step forward. She took a step back. "What?" "Have a boyfriend?" He took another step forward, his eyes holding her captive. Another step back had her bumping against the kitchen counter. "What? No." "Good. Because you're mine." --- THE CLAIM SERIES: BOOK 1: The Forgotten Claim BOOK 2: The Defiant Claim BOOK 3: The War Claim (Coming April 1, 2020)

"I'm Ashton." he takes a pause and looks at me deeply. "But you can call me daddy."

This is the story of Kendyl a boy gifted with great powers that he has to learn control of his emotions so he doesn't lose control over his abilities. Along the way he meets amazing people who he can call friends. He also makes enemies along the way and also finds love. Will he be able to survive, or will the school and it's students eat him alive? Continue reading to find out more.

BxB --------- Sage Taylor's purpose has always been the same. To protect and raise his four younger siblings since their drug addict mother started disappearing. After meeting the new guy at school who he feels a strange connection with, one thing has been reoccurring. The kids keep seeing things.

⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.