* THIS IS A COPYRIGHTED STORY OF MINE, MIDNIGHT_LILAC, PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD. IF YOU FIND IT ON ANY OTHER WEBSITE, IT HAS BEEN COPIED/REPUBLISHED WITHOUT MY CONSENT AND YOU ARE LIKELY AT A RISK OF A MALWARE ATTACK. IF YOU WISH TO READ THIS STORY IN ITS ORIGINAL, SAFE FORM, PLEASE GO TO WATTPAD * During the era of continuous technological advancement, inventing and working with a time machine could possibly be one of the most astounding breakthroughs in the field of science. With the ability to travel though time, the truth about our ancestors and their way of living can be documented and told to the world with much more accuracy. What the future holds can be seen and measures to prevent the destruction of Earth and mankind can be implemented. But along with great discoveries come great risks. One little spark was all that was needed to throw Kaya's life upside down. Thrown into a world that anyone would think to be a fantasy, Kaya ends up in the hands of one of the most powerful and feared Lords to have ever existed. He has no weakness, he shows no mercy. He is the only person that others of his kind see as absolutely heartless. However, despite how cold and cruel he is on the outside, there is a gentleness that Kaya comes to notice inside. It isn't a weakness but a symbol of strong self control. While doing her best to adapt to the drastic change in lifestyle, Kaya finds herself drawn closer to this stoic yet kind Lord. But domestic affairs and authority surrounding a powerful Lord are not kind to those who don't know how to handle its darkness. If not cautious, you can get burned. And the Lord is the only one who can protect Kaya from the darkness that threatens her safety. Or perhaps, it's the other way around? ~~~~~~~~~~ ORIGINAL STORY, PLOT AND CHARACTERS (C) Midnight_Lilac

Random poems/written short pieces about random stuff. Includes also Dutch language (mostly English though). Highest rank: ||#46 in one-sided|| ||#73 in boxing|| ||#29 in Dutch||

Highest Rank : #1 in Werewolf Category. When Chriselda stumbles upon the land of the Dawnfall Depths Pack to save her friend, she comes across her mate. She thought that he will run towards her, hold her in his arms and kiss her passionately. But none of these things happen. Her mate doesn't run towards her neither holds her in his arms and neither kisses her passionately. Instead of a loving mate, she finds a cold-hearted Alpha standing in front of her. And they always say that there's a story behind every cold Alpha. [NOTE : Not a Rejection Story. I believe that rejections don't exist in the werewolf world. If rejection existed, then werewolves wouldn't be having mates. I really find the idea of rejecting your mate absurd because mates are supposed to be the one for you, the one you cannot live without and the one who is supposed to be your soul mate. So, don't take this story as another rejection story. Also, I'm working really hard to make this story as non-cliché as possible. If you're bored of the cliché werewolf stories and want to read something unique, then you've selected the right book to read. I hope you'll enjoy reading this story.]

BOOK NOT EDITED. Wrote this at 15 years old. IF YOU LOVE HUMANxVAMPIRE ROYALTY, MY NEW BOOK BY BLOOD AND DOWNFALL WILL BE UPDATED IN 2023 Highest Ranking in Vampire: #2 ~ 2/22/16 What if there is a Prophecy? A Prophecy that was suppose to change the lives of humans and vampires together? The Vampire King and Queen's youngest son, Xavier Dagger is suppose to fall in love with a regular seventeen year old human, Diana Wilson after his eighteenth birthday. Xavier is not that fond about it and Diana is sucked into his world without a choice. Can the cruel vampire son, Xavier Dagger fall in love with the thing he hates the most. A human? *Sexual Content&Mature Language*

He's carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that's Derek Hale, he's definitely not a mountain man.

"I, Alpha Asher Reed, reject you as my mate and Luna." He didn't blink. He didn't show a spark of remorse. He just walked away. ******************************************************************************** Asher Reed. The 19-year old alpha. Like the meaning of his name, he is lucky. Lucky that the Moon Goddess blessed him with a kind, caring mate. But he rejects her. He rejected a Princess. Genevieve (Eve) Burke. Princess of the werewolves. At 18 years old, she is preparing to rule the werewolves as their queen. But she needs a king. Another ruler. Her mate. Can Eve survive without her mate? HIGHEST RANKING: Werewolf #1 WARNING: Book contains violence and a lot of strong language

One of his hands slides underneath my dress and between my thighs, trying to separate them. I press them together harder, and see his facial expression-It was dark, he was clearly getting aggravated at my defiance. His fingernails start digging into my flesh, as I let out a weak sob. My voice seemed to have left me as the world around me became nothing. Was I going to accept this? Eyesight blurry, I become dizzy- intense nausea seeping in. I hope I throw up. I hope it disgusts him enough to leave me the hell alone. What if I get away and he follows me to my mom? What if he hurts her? As soon as the panic comes, it leaves. Had someone finally heard my screams and pleas for help? The old man is knocked off of my body in a blur, and I take this chance to crawl away from his hunched form; My bones aching from the hard, dirty floor. I reach the brick wall, and let myself fall limp on a patch of ivy. I suddenly feel tired, my energy was draining. I feel a heating sensation warming up my chest- spreading like a wildfire; My veins turn a glowing citrus, orange color- but it quickly goes away. Did I see that correctly? Although, the weak feeling doesn't go away. I shut my eyes momentarily, only to reopen them to fill my curiosity. I don't see much because of the black blobs coating my vision. The veins on my arms have went back to their normal blue, as if I hadn't seen them turn any odd color at all. Maybe I was hallucinating. I was only able to witness one thing, and I had a sinking feeling that I probably shouldn't have watched. I was able to spot out a masculine figure grab the old man by his neck, and what I saw next shocked me to my deepest core. His eyes turn an intense silky red as his fangs come out quickly and he gives an evil, intimidating smile. "I'm gonna enjoy this." He states in his low guttural voice as he reaches forward and rips the old man's liver out.