"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

"I have no family. I have no past. I have no friends. I have no surname. What is love? I do not know, because love does not exist for me. Not in my world. I have no God nor do I believe in saints and angels." Roman, with the stars tattooed on his knees, has a dark and dangerous life as left hand of one of the biggest mafia bosses operating in Kiev, Ukraine. Enemies and allies easily cross paths and switch lines and life means nothing. Roman's only purpose of life is to work for and protect his boss, taking care of the business of the organization and dealing with dirty jobs. When one of those lines and paths crosses, Roman has to travel to Dublin in Ireland in order to protect his organization. It's his job; therefore he does not question it and follows the order. But there in Dublin his inexistent beliefs crush against something unexpected and tear apart his world, because there he meets an ethereal creature with long and fair blonde hair...an angel. An angel named Enna. Enna has a normal life, exception made for a former lover turning into an aggressive, dangerous and oppressing stalker. Enna is kind, cheerful, beautiful with his dazzling and feminine charm and has a pure heart. But ... once his bright eyes meet Roman's dark eyes, what he has always known and believed in suddenly shatters into shreds and, to have that man with a dark and dangerously attractive aura, he is willing to cross and surpass his limits. For the two men is love at first sight, that love you cannot ignore or forget. And now Roman has to decide which path he must follow. A decision of love and duty. Can such different creatures fall in love and allow themselves to dream about it? Or will their opposite worlds destroy their love and their lives? Do you believe in soul mates? WARNING: manxman story that contains mature contents and actions. It is R rated. Thank you very much for understanding.

Hard worker taehyung struggles to maintain his home and everything he owns. working two jobs and using his art work as piece sellers, taehyung does whatever is in his power to maintain a good happy life. But after loosing everything ..taehyung is left with bad luck and being used by others and no home.Until one day he spots an opportunity to show his art skills and reach stardom. But something occurs that has taehyung on a rough end~ meeting up with a physic will this be a curse? or will it be a blessing to him? Will taehyung's poor and unhappy life, turn into wealth and happiness? or is the opposite?.

Seven University students from Seoul, go on this quest to do research on famous historical deaths and murders for their month of October project, though these events may cause problems from both the school and neighborhood, these seven students will stop at nothing but to get their hands on information for their project, seeking interest in these events will things go wrong? Or right for them? The real question is... "Do you believe in spirits?"

Taehyung and Jungkook have been friends since elementary. They're always together, but when Jungkook starts hanging around new friends, Taehyung feels something strange he can't explain. What is this? Things complicate even more when an event that they never expected happens and they start breaking apart. What will happen to their friendship? Will Taehyung reveal his feelings for Jungkook or will he move on and bury the way he feels deep inside a dark space in his heart? In order to truly live, Taehyung must ask himself one very important question: Is it love?

I don't think I can handle much more of this, him always leaving then coming and begging me to take him back. He always says things will change, it'll be different. But somehow we manage to find ourselves back to playing The Crying Game..

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION When Elliot Goldman meets his sweet and charming new lab partner, Jordan Hughes, suddenly high school doesn't seem so bad. For the first time ever, Elliot can't wait to get to chemistry class... ***** Smart, good looking and charismatic, Jordan opens Elliot's eyes to the possibilities around him and gives him butterflies like nobody else does. Jordan isn't exactly the kind of person Elliot's used to having as a lab partner, but when they start acing their assignments, life is suddenly about more than boring lectures, bad cafeteria nachos, or relentless bullying. And then one night, the butterflies start to make sense - the trouble is, now nothing else does. As Elliot begins to figure out how he really feels about Jordan, he realizes that sometimes the last thing you are expecting is the one thing you need the most. [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]]

Best friends had always been a huge click for Romance, but Seokjin - despite his quote and vocabulary addiction - doesn't believe in the saying that it's the deepest Friendships start the best romances. Until he experienced it, nonetheless Seokjin fell in love with his own best friend and that's Kim Namjoon.

Frank Iero, 17 years old, gets injuries randomly, out of the blue. He doesn't do them to himself and no one does them to him, that he knows of. He doesn't know why it happens, how it happens, and who or what is doing it to him. After a bad accident he's determined to find out what is happening, but is quite surprised by the source of his wounds.