❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

Singing is a dream came true for her. A talented musician and composer, Kuroko Tetsuki hid herself from the world eyes behind her stage name, HEAVEN. The name alone held so much reputations in bringing a song to life, which could change one view of life. Hidden from everyone, she suffered from an incurable disease that slowly brings her closer to her death bed at each ticking second. Along the way, she encountered many challenges and the renowned band, The Generation of Miracles. As love triangle, hardships, friendship and many other walls had given her the chances she thought she could never have. She never gave up in reaching for her dreams. Each tear fell made her stronger, each step made her even stronger. [1st place of Aomine Daiki Category in KnB Award 2014] [2nd place of Most Creative Cover in KnB Award 2014]

"It was inhuman. Those eyes were as if they were red in colour. I could see frustration and angriness. Pitiness. All I did was closing my eyes. I didn't look at him after seeing them. They haunted me for weeks. Everytime I closed my eyes, I had nightmares." - Jane Steward. Previously name: "When an angel falls for a demon" Current name: "The Sangre" Sangre means Blood in Spanish.

Alexandra Moore moves in with old friend Andy Biersack when she needs to get away from her abusive father. When Andy asks her to be his girlfriend she realizes how much she likes him but didn't realize it until now...

Vampires? Check. Werewolves? Check. Death prophecy to hang over your head? Double check. Seventeen year old Emma Hutchinson struggles to find her place in the world she has been born to as she tries to decide whether she should be with Michael, the boy she has been dreaming about since she was three or if she belongs with Dominic, her betrothed.

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.