They always tell you to never trust a man who cheats on his wife. Maybe they're right. Maybe when I go home and cry to my best friend and she calls him a fool for not loving me... Maybe I'm the fool.

"You're exactly the same as me, Lynx. You look down on yourself, just like I do." Gerard's voice raises, but it's not meant to be threatening. "And I don't want you to be like me... I care about you, y'know?" This story is not mine, I have simply taken the original (with permission from the author, burn bright) and added it to Wattpad so that it may have more views.

SEQUAL TO LOOK ALIVE SUNSHINE. Since Neon angel was taken away, the killjoys have lost all hope. It seems like korse and the dracs have taken over forever. Should they give up yet? Or does a miracle turn things around?

This is what happened after the four leaders of the Killjoy Revolution, the Fabulous Killjoys, were brutally murdered by Korse. This is the end of the Danger Days. This is the AFTERMATH.

It all started with a misdelivered piece of paper. **CURRENTLY IN EDITING BECAUSE GOD, MY OLD WRITING WAS AWFUL**

COMPLETED Scars, blood, pain and loss are some of the only things that 14 year old Elena Knight knows about. After losing her mother at the age of five; running away from her foster home when she was 14 was the only option she thought she had left. Leaving her two best friends behind for what she thought was the last time. On those dark streets she found things that she never expected... a family that didn't know she existed and love in unlikely places.

Zara is 18, Life is hard on her and she will do anything to escape. Will she meet new people who will help her or only bring her down? That is up to her, or maybe- you. She has her friends, and she will try to make life better. Is she ok? No. Will she get better? Maybe.

Just another story.

-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.

You've known the Way brothers since you were little. But what happens when you grow a crush on one of them?