His cold fingertips brush against my hair as he tucks it behind my ear. His breathing is hard but he keeps it steady as he leans closer to me to whisper "No baby, I'm not addicted to drugs," he paused then placed his lips on my neck, "I'm addicted to you."

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She was an 'ordinary' barista. He was the mysterious customer. A few words and a strange choice could change everything. All rights reserved ©solacarni

"There is a little bit of devil in her angel eyes." [Book 1] // © 2014 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. || Editor: @lola7909 || Highest Rank #1 in fanfiction

They call it an obsession. I call it love. What's the difference anyways? -Harry Styles

He watched her from a far for years. She never saw what was coming. Now her vision is filled with desperate tears. His poor soul doesn't know what he's becoming.

Lydia Sanchez is a shy 15 year old girl. She has been homeschooled for all her life. Except when her 16th birthday comes and her life changes, she is getting what she wants, her junior year is being spent in a real school. Lydia rarely left the house her parents were overprotective especially since the raiding started, Lydia though has no idea about any of this that's how closed off she was. Vampires came and wanted to be equal with the humans. So the government had made up a law where humans and vampires can live together. Soon they later regretted it as the vampires used them tricking them and now their being controlled. On Lydia's birthday night she meets one of them. He is very mysterious, dark and he protrudes to tell her that they are meant to be and that he is her protector. So she does what every homeschooled, innocent 16 yr old would do. She believed him. Cover by:Lushbabygirl Title by: Mariana_castillo7 ******************** CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!

"C-can I go home now Harry? It's not raining as h-hard as it was before." I can hear my heart beating a thousand miles an hour as I turn towards the door that would lead me out of this place. Just as I reach for the door knob I hear a click and everything plunges into pitch black leaving me to feel like Im blind. "No one is going anywhere" he whispers.

*Short Story* He knew her pale eyes like the back of his fingers. She knew his silhouette like the sun warms the meadow. Their fathers prayed at the same church, bought groceries at the same market, and attended the same college. They were childhood companions, but, what happens when their comforting friendship is manipulated by the tensions and desires of adolescence? Twitter: @Atlantis094 Cover Art: Paradise19