"Get your hands off her. Or I will smear your fucking insides on these very walls" his eyes no longer shon the bright brown it always did. They no longer looked loving and amused like they were a few hours ago, they looked dead; his eyes were dead and his soul was too. He told me I shouldn't know what he was because If I knew I would run and the truth was he was right, I wanted to run as far away from here as possible. His fists clenched, his muscles tensed and his body shook to the point I knew he would lose his sanity if the man behind me was to say anything back to him. "Let me go or he'll kill you!" I hissed at the man behind me but he blanked me. "You're a mutt" he snapped and squeezed my breast which made me whimper "She is mine" That's when he lost his last bit of sanity. • • • #Book3 third and final book in the eternal series

"Someday, you'll fall into your own oblivion." ~*~ She fell. Into a little place called Oblivion. It's her own little hell. P.S. I'm really sorry for all the cursing and abuse and everything. I was in a really bad place when I wrote this. But it's a year later and I'm happy now.

"My, my, love. Are you sure you want to leave such a cruel world behind?" Far beyond the horizon, clouds gathered-throbbing, budding, menacing. Time was slipping through their fingers. "What can be worse than this?" A slow, wicked smile split his face in two. Oh how delightfully wild he looked! So wild, so dangerous. He stretched out a hand. She took it without hesitation. And that, dear friends, is how she dug her own grave. #book1 in the cursed artefact's series This is a Rewrite of Demetre!

When Phil is on the way to the bbc radio 1 station an idea pops into his head. But will Dan accept Phil's idea of adopting a child? Find out here!