She was born to be perfect. Avrora Torrance - daughter of Gabriel, masterpiece of Natalya - a ballerina sculpted into porcelain. Graceful. Obedient. Untouchable. But porcelain cracks. Behind the satin shoes and the flawless pirouettes lies a girl who smokes on rooftops, hides poetry in her journals, and dreams of escape. And then there's him. Will Grayson. Chaos in sneakers. Fire wrapped in laughter. The storm she was never meant to touch. Snow White or Black Swan - every fairytale has a curse. And every curse has a price.

Evangeline Daema has always lived in the shadow of her twin brother, Victor, the leader of the football team. But after the chaos Mary and Malachi caused, she's just trying to get her life back on track. The last thing she expects is to fall for Michael Crist, the captain of the basketball team who seems like the exact opposite of everything she needs. With nothing in common and her overprotective brother threatening Michael's life if anything happens, Evangeline tries to push him away. But Michael won't back down. As the two are thrown together, sparks fly, and Evangeline finds herself torn between loyalty to her brother and the undeniable pull she feels toward Michael.

The girls on fire. That's what they called them. Everyone knew them, everyone admired them. On one night, they threw the biggest party. The best night of the year, according to some people. On that same night, the four girls pulled pranks everywhere in town. No one stopped them and it's not like they could have. The girls were smart and wise, criminals. No one knew it was them. But what happened when they heard of the four horsemen? What happened when they come to Meridian city? ⚠️ᴀ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪ ᴄᴛɪᴏɴ⚠️

── You are my reason ⋆.˚ in which Vendera Graham, the girl with quiet scars, storm-born eyes, and a mind like glass- sharpened, beautiful, always on the edge- spent her life trying not to break what little light she had left. She once said she didn't want to ruin the happy version of him. But the boy who came back to her was already ruined- drunk, high, hurting. And still, somehow, she found the version of him she could love in every dark corner. The real him. The better him. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐𝘐. ⋆.˚ or in which 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐𝘐, with shadowed eyes, ruin beneath his ribs, and control stitched into every grin, spirals too long in silence only to realize the thing he's always needed was never the escape, never the noise, but her. The reason he comes home. ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ "You were always the happy one. I didn't want to be the reason that changed." - Vendera ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ "Then let me be the reason you believe in happy, too." - Will warnings: sexual themes, abuse, strong language, rape, drugs, violence Will Grayson III x oc! This is a Devil's Night fanfic. All right go to Penelope Douglas, I only own Vendera Graham and her plot.

["You're not as interesting as I thought. I'm tired of playing with you, little witch." He simply said, before turning around and walking away. I would have never seen him again, me and him belonged to two different worlds after all. It was just a moment, a breach in the line of things. Oh, how wrong I was...] This is the story of Lily Davis, a normal girl who thought would have lived her life peacefully until Damon Torrance sprouted into her peace and that little world of hers crumbled under her feet. She has never been the same, he's intoxicating, mesmerizing, a terrifyingly beautiful work of art. __________________________________ Hii everyone, I'm Lily and this is my first story I'm publishing on here. English isn't my first language so there might be some typos I miss, please let me know everything you want to comment.💖 DISCLAIMER: I don't own Devil's Night, nor any of the characters expect my own character, Lily Davis, and other side characters mentioned, and the story modifications I brought. Everything belongs to Penelope Douglas.

--- For years, Isabella - or Isa, as everyone called her - watched her older brother, Will, bring his friends home. She saw Michael, always with his basketball. Kai Mori, with that serious and distant look. Will, as usual, with a bottle of alcohol in hand. But he was the one Isa truly waited for. The only one who made her heart race just by hearing his voice. Damon. She feared him... but she also desired him. And that desire was a secret that burned in silence. ---

Devils Night Series Fanfic Madison Ember Thompson A name that many adore, fear, or envy. There was no in between. Until she met him. He hated her just as much as she hated him, but he would kill for her, die for her, and destroy everything. . just for her. That was until Devils Night 3 years ago when Madison got too curious for her own good and sent 3 of The Horsemen to prison. Now they are after her, The four Horsemen back in Thunder Bay. And boy do they live for The Chase. oc x Damon Torrance DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Devils Night series, the characters, or the plot. All rights go to Penelope Douglas. I only own Madison Thompson, her family and this story. None of the other characters are mine!

Alekseeva Vlasova I was his. And he was mine. Everything until he destroyed the relationship but also me. I trusted him, despite his bad image, I chose to trust him. I knew what I was getting into. But I didn't care and now I hate Damon Torrance.He change me,in a bad way. Damon Torrance She's mine. She always was. I haven't seen her for three years. She says she hates me, but I know she's not.Everyone knows she's mine, that's why she didn't have a boyfriend for three years.She change me,in a good way. oc x Damon Torrance ♛ DISCLAIMER:I don't own The Devil's Night series,the characters or the plot.All rights go to Penelope Douglas.I only own Alekseeva Vlasova,her family and this story.

the new plaything.

She grew up in Erika Fane's shadow, a violin in her hands and silence on her lips. He grew up in chaos, inked with rage and scorched by guilt. One night, a fire bound them forever. Juliet was never supposed to be there. Will was never supposed to light the match. But sometimes, it's in the ashes that we learn how to breathe.