"Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up." Damon Salvatore x Oc Starting in : TVD Season 1 - ✅ Season 2 (writing) - To be determined _________________________________________ "I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty." "It's not dying that I fear, but living in death." "I wished someone saw my pain without me having to tear myself open to show it." _________________________________________ Started : 16/02/24 Finished : unknown

she's a hell, he's the devil, the demons see no end to this love.

When the ever-bored Kol Mikaelson stumbles upon Nylah Carter, a single mother raising five children. he impulsively compels her and her kids to believe he's their loving husband and father. What begins as a twisted game soon turns into something Kol never expected: a glimpse of the humanity he lost centuries ago. But as his real family comes looking for him, the lines between illusion and emotion blur, and Kol must face the question: what happens when a lie starts to feel like home?

In a world where the dead linger, one girl holds the key to helping them cross over. But Rose's quiet life is shattered when four mysterious brothers arrive with a dark secret. As tensions rise and some ghosts prove more dangerous than others, the brothers only want to keep her safe. Can she trust them, or will the secrets between them be her undoing? And will she ever be able to break through their masks? **COMPLETE** **SEQUEL IS ALSO COMPLETE** My death notebook was out. I surreptitiously slid it into my backpack. He offered me the cards. "Pick a game, Rose?" "Um." They looked at me. "How about cheat?" "Never heard of it," Alexander said, collapsing to sit on the floor with his back to my bed. Gabriel sat cross-legged. "Show us," he said. I knelt to complete the circle, taking out the cards and shuffling them. Alexander snorted and snatched the cards out of my hands to shuffle them himself. "I got it, drunk girl." "I am not," I said, tugging on the cards. My fingers tangled with his. He let them go. I distributed the cards among us, my hair swinging as I leaned forward to give them their share. I tucked it behind my ears. They watched me quietly. I could hear the party outside my room, a muffled shouting beat, but we were safe in my room.