Prison isn't just jail. A coven is also a place for both hell and prison. Without knowing anything, secrets and thoughts roamed around this place. When you thought a place was heaven but it was just hell disguised some wonderland.

Every place had a past aswell. Not everyone belongs in this place. Some, wants to get out even if they do belong here. Him, he doesn't want to get out but he doesn't belong here. He's different from the rest and no one dared to talk to him. But infact, he was just like the others. No one's normal anyways.

Who knew what lurked within the village. Who knew on what happened abut the past all falls down to the present. Everything seems perfectly normal without thinking about those. But there was still one place which was unusual but was still considered as home.

You destroy, they destroy back. You distrub them, they'll disturb you back. Life is fair, it just doesn't end happily anymore.

Freaks are human too. This place controls you. They use you as puppets and make a fool out of you. No one can save you. I can't even save yourself, how can someone save you?

UPDATE, A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER Hey guys, please read this bit before you read this story. This story contains descriptions of violence and needs an overall trigger warning for suicide. When I wrote the chapters for this story, I wasn't in the best state of mind and I projected that into my writing as some sort of therapy; only difference between me and other people going through depression as I was back then, is that I published mine which contributes to the romanticisation of suicide and mental illness. I didn't understand mine back then, but I do now. Please seek help if you identify with the OC. It's not healthy and damages your soul as it had mine. I am better now. I want you to be better, too. You matter. You are your own universe and your sun, you moon, your stars... don't forget that. Take care of yourself because you are important. I wish someone said that to me back then, so I am saying it to you now. I am more than happy to talk to anyone going through the same thing I went through. Again, thank you so much to everyone who engaged with this story over the years! I would take it down because I personally do not believe in a lot of the things I wrote back then that has been intertwined with this story but I want it up to at least reach out to someone and keep a memory of my writing progress. Lots of love, Z xx

Tate and violet are married, but Tate is hiding a secret from her that could ruin everything...

I'm Caroline Evans, originally from London and I'm seventeen. My family transferred here to Sydney, not because of my dad's work or whatever common reason, we just wanted to. I mean, it was mostly my mom's idea since she likes starting new and, obviously, London is fairly different from Sydney. My dad just agreed with it and my brother, Liam, and I couldn't really do anything about it anymore. Going to school is a normal routine for me. I have a pretty normal life with an average family and I couldn't say I'm not happy with what I have because I am. I thought since that night my mom told me that we were transferring to Sydney, everything would just be like how it used to be in London, but I was wrong. I met this group of four boys who thought they are the kings of the school. All I want to do is to stay as far away from them as I could, but could I really manage to stay away from them, especially from Luke Hemmings, whom I believe is the worst thing for me? Well, things happen when you least expect it.

Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart. With a charismatic and loveable personality and a drive to help anyone and everyone, it's easy to understand just why everyone loves her. That is, everyone except Blake Parker; the school's rude and arrogant bad boy. But even that's not hard to understand why. While Blake is mean, cruel and egotistical, Bronte is kind, helpful and humble. So what happens when Bronte is forced to stay at Blake's house since her parents are off on a work trip around Africa? Well, with Bronte's sudden determination to befriend the arrogant Bad Boy, you can only imagine all the different possibilities. Yes, all the possibilities that involve the two ripping each other's throats out, that is. With late night conversations, ruthless pranks, constant bickering and secrets that are yet to unfold, its a miracle the two haven't killed each other... yet. Then again, opposites do attract. ▲ ▲ ▲ Cover made by @jeoneunkiko