"Vikk I'm sorry please forgive me. I was drunk, please forgive me." "It's okay Lachlan, just please try harder. When you do these things they hurt." He smiled and pulled me into lap and placed a kiss on my forehead, then my lips. If only I knew then, but that was just the beginning of his broken promises, the beginning of his white lies.

When Aria's father sells her to a stranger from the north, she never expects to be cherished like a daughter. To live in a castle, showered with every luxury. Her sumptuous new life is every young girl's dream. But as Aria grows older she can no longer deny the mystery and strangeness of her beloved foster family. Especially the Greyback men. Nor can she ignore the dark menace of the woods beyond the castle. Aria is determined to unravel their secrets. Above all, those of Lucian Greyback, the enigmatic and unsettling man to whom she is betrothed. When her curiosity gets the better of her, Aria is compelled to venture into the forest and discover the truth. But beneath flesh and blood lies a beastly legacy. And a birthright she could never imagine. If you enjoyed the gothic, captivating world of mystery in Jane Eyre (but need a little more bite), you will love the suspenseful and alluring secrets of Aria's journey in this book. Cover designed by @JeanineCroft Copyright © 2015 by Jeanine Croft

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

"They pull me and control me as if I'm a puppet." "It's all voodoo, my dear."

Lots of swearing, so read at your own risk. Majority of these comebacks are pretty rude, but are not meant to offend anyone, so don't read this book if you don't like that. This is just for jokes. And pls don't leave any rude comments, they will just be deleted.

Lachlan Power isolates himself after a devastating phenomenon. He often lashes out at his friends, leaving them in black eyes or cuts and bruises. He blames everything that happened on himself. His room is his world, he doesn't leave unless he needs to or Robbert Latsky persuades him. That's when Vikram Barn comes in. Preston Aresment and Mitchell Hughes find him abandoned on the cold streets of London, on the brink of tears. They take him home, slowly introducing him to Lachlan. That's what shatters Vik.

Cover by @VengefulDesires (Under Editing) ****** The clouds coated the sky in grey paint. My face was flushed from the cold and my hands where slowly going numb. I lifted the edge of the red and white scarf that vaguely resembled a pokèball and lifted it over my ears so that it covered the tip of my nose and down. My dull eyes searched the area to make sure nobody was around. I sighed and lifted my toes. I stood on my heels for awhile than I made my self go off balance. I heard the pound of footsteps coming closer. They where too late. The wind whipped around me making my scarfs end fly in front of me. Everything seemed to slow down as I was halfway from the bridge and the raging current that was I was currently falling to my death towards. I looked up to the edge of the bridge to see a figure leaning over the edge. Their shoulders shook. I suddenly felt guilty. A flood of guilt as I realized that I didn't want to die anymore. That I wanted to see their faces again. I felt tears fall down my face. I was stupid and everyone was going to pay the price for it. I felt a sudden shock of pain as my back hit the water. Coldness engulfed me. It welcomed me. I couldn't breath. I CANT BREATH.

"you probably dont understand. most people dont. you never will understand how much anger, how much self hatred someone must have to take a razor to themselves and cut their own skin. only people who do it themselves understand."

My vision quickly grew blurry and darkness began consuming me rapidly. "Bring them back to the base, strip them of their weapons, etcetera. You know the routine." In my paralyzed state I couldn't move or think properly but I knew one thing for sure, we were screwed. _________________________________________ After the mysterious death of his father, Mitchell Hughes didn't think life could get any worse from there. Unfortunately, Mitchell was never familiar with the term 'luck.'

Two teams. Sworn enemies, bound to forever fight. Red and Blue. When Vikk and Lachlan meet, they spare each other's lives, and spark something new. Can they survive in their broken world together? Will they come to terms with what they have, and abandon the battle? Or will they put it aside and fight to the death with the rest of their team? Set in a H3M alternate universe where if you die, you die, and the players on each team don't know each other. Please please please leave a comment I absolutely love reading them! !Please note: This story does contain a fair amount of violence, if you are triggered by this in any way please avoid this story, please stay safe! Sequel: https://www.wattpad.com/story/60466452-mountains-vikklan