How tricky is it if instead of a bad boy, there's an artist? And what if instead of a shy and nerdy girl, there's a harsh and bitter young woman? Falling for an artist is the worst thing that could ever happen to you. Especially if it's a writer. Even worst if it's a poet. He is unpredictable, impulsive and at the same time everything a girl needs. She is rude, closed up, but somehow attracts everyone. Any girl would've jumped on him and any boy would've asked her out. But she isn't any girl and nor is he any boy. This story isn't like the others This is my story [CAUTION] This story may contain bad English, but great ideas and a beautiful message Highest Rank : #320 in Teen Fiction

Finding out I was a witch was hardly a shocker. I mean, my Nana owned an occult shop and my mum had dabbled here and there. So it kind of went without saying that I was prepared for that bombshell. What I was not prepared for was to be supernaturally tethered to the most arrogant asshole I had ever met. He had hijacked my dreams and somehow blamed the invasion on me. Like it was my fault he kissed me! But he was the least of my worries. My twin brother, Damien, and I were hell bent on finding out how our parents mysteriously died 14 years earlier. However the closer we got to the truth, the harder someone or something tried to push us away. It seemed like our best bet was to ask the jerk for help. Go figure! But persuading him would be a problem. Challenge accepted. ---------- My awesome friend @Amara_sky made this for me. I love it so much. Check it out https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=L78kiEEpKwg ---------- AMAZING COVER MADE BY @Harley_Quinn_18

Humans fight. It's in in their nature. They never think of the death that comes after it. Devastate one place and continue in another. Heh. I guess it's impossible to stop it. One day, death will take us all. The Night Waits.