People who claim that they’re evil are usually no worse than the rest of us… It’s people who claim that they’re good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of...

"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

We're brought into this world to live; eat, learn, sleep, repeat, repeat, and repeat again. Until eventually the time comes when we die. Or at least that's how it's supposed to work right? For some reason I don't think it's working out that way for me. • • • "Thick eyelashes frame deep blue eyes, freckles sprinkle across his pale cheekbones. His thick, tousled-white hair falls messily over part of his right eye. A blush starts to creep into my cheeks the longer I stare but I can't look away-- his features are so unflawed that they seem to resemble some sort of marble-like stone. It's almost as if he's not human at all." • • • Lydia Ames's second last year in high school starts off with an accident where she looses the only family member she has left. As if that's not the worst part already, she also has a permanent reminder of the day's events. However when she meets a certain boy and his friends her whole world changes completely. The question is did it change for the better? Or will it end in the loss of everything and everyone she has left? *This version of A Touch of Scarlet is a first draft = grammar is painfully incorrect* #1 in Vampire: September-November 2015

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.