3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }

Dolls are just a part of childhood. You are so excited when you get your first one. You take care of your sweet, precious girl doll. You love her with all your heart, and you're pretty sure she loves you back. Alice's doll is not like this. She has massive desires to destroy Alice's family and friends. But someone has to stop her.....but who?

[Completed but editing] Once reached #240 'That moment when you have only a split second to decide something that could mean life, or death, is one of the most important moments in your life. You only have that one minute, that one second to decide what's going to happen next. She was only eight. And although I didn't count fifteen as an old age, there was a difference between us. She still had her whole life ahead of her and I had messed mine up already.' There is nothing in the world that Katrina Johnson would like more than a happy family, a mother, a safe place to live. However all of this seems very far from reach as she trails through the typical Monday mornings and the weekends which seem even worse. Those weekends are when they go out into the night. Those long nights are when she wishes that she could go to bed without locking her door, or walk out of school without worrying about who might be waiting, or that her brother didn't start a gang, because that is when all the trouble seem to begin... ~Written by Mair Hayes (cherryade22) © All rights reserved.

"What if you don't come back to me?" I asked him despite my better judgement. I had cried enough for one day, but that didn't make the tears stop. No, it only made them fall faster. "I'll always come back to you." I flung myself into his arms and held on as tightly as I possibly could. His arms went around my torso and he pulled me even closer to him. What if I never get to have this again? What if I never get to have this feeling of being in his arms again? There was a spark from the moment Justin's eyes met Annabelle's. They knew they had something special from the very beginning, but Annabelle does her best to avoid her feelings in fear of what could happen. Well, fate has other ideas. Through thick and thin, Justin stands by Belle's side. He becomes her rock, holding her hand through the pain. But what happens when Justin has to go to war? Will it be the end or just the beginning? Can their relationship survive? *On hold for quite some time. This story is in the midst of being re-written. New chapter will come when everything is caught up.*