Katarina Night has been alive since the Salem Witch Trials in 1692. Surprise Surprise, she's a witch. Since her mother was caught and burnt alive for doing witch craft, Kat has been in the care of her aunt. Now it's the modern day, Kat lives in New York with her cat, Salem. Working as a bartender, Katarina only tries to live her life as normally as she can. Yet fate has different ideas. Damien Blackwood; CEO of Blackwood Industries, millionaire and top bachelor. The handsome gentlemen has a secret of his own. Will he reveal his true identity? What happens when the most powerful witch in the world and the mysterious Damien bump into each other? Will sparks fly? Or will everything end in hell fire? "I'm in love with the Devil." "She has magic in her fingers and devilry in her bones." ***** "Oh kitten...still so young and pure." Damien stalks towards me; my back pressing against the door. "Funny, Damien. You're the one who wants to taint me. Bring me into the darkness." "That's where the fun is." He traps me behind his arms. His towering frame leaning over me. "No matter how hard I try...you will still come after me?" "Of course I would. I love you." "We're creatures of the underworld...we can't afford to love." ***** -Graphic Content! -Mature Content! -Graphic Language -Violence 16+ I'm serious guys. This story will have a lot, A LOT, of mature scenes and a lot of graphic content. I'm warning you.

I was taught that hate was strong word and that you should never hate anyone. Plenty of people hate me for what I am, but I tried to never hate them in return. But as I enter my final year of Hogwarts all I can think is "I hate that toad." I'm not alone either. The twins, the trio, and Scar all agree with me. The toad is the possible to worst teacher on the planet and if we put her and Voldemort in a room I think they'd come out great friends. My summer wasn't the best and I was hoping that my final year at Hogwarts would make up for that. But with the toad basically ruining school for everyone, fear running rampant, and dealing with the constant war within my own mind. It's a wonder I haven't just quit school already. Join Kat for her second year at Hogwarts, her final year of school, as she discovers just how complicated the life of adult half-vamp can be in Mischief Managed. (Sequel to I Solemnly Swear but so I'd read that first. Just saying. Also I own nothing Harry Potter related. Made kudos to JK Rolwing. You rock and own everything!

saori is a sarcastic fuck. yuta doesn't give a fuck. johnny is hot as fuck. and their friends? dramatic as fuck. [April '18 - 11/03/18]

When a new kid named Jeff moved to (y/n)'s hometown and attended the same school as her, the two of them were instantly best friends. Other people would even think they were a 'thing'. Until he went insane and killed his family. Three years had passed since that tragic night and now it was summer vacation, but this summer was one to remember. Jeff was wounded and needed a safe place to hide from the authorities, so he came to (y/n), why (y/n)? Because he trusts her. What will she do? Will she keep the psychopathic teen safe from the police or will she turn him in?

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"