In a house where laughter was a secret too loud, and dreams were tucked away like fragile paper birds, Persephone grew quietly-her spirit tethered by fear, her mother's voice a fading echo, and her father's shadow long. Now, across years and miles, she reaches back to that dwindling flame of a little girl within her, whispering words woven with warmth and hope. In the stillness, she finds that beauty rises unbidden, like a secret song waiting to be sung. For anyone who has ever felt unseen, unheard, or small, this story is about finding one's voice and the journey of slow, brave becoming. The voice of slow, brave becoming.

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart

"Does that mean you're my guardian angel?" Darcy stared at her with awe. "I'm no angel baby but I'll be one just for you,you're my little angel. Don't forget that,you're my light" she smiled at Darcy.

After moving from the lively New York City, to the not so boring London, was it really a surprise that drama would rise? Nicole Andersini, fitting in perfectly with the special city, easily adjusted. After meeting London's Bad Boy, anyone could have guessed what would happen. Love, drama, lies, and fights were only some of the things that evolved. Now it's summer. The group has graduated and are looking forward to their summer vacation. Being away from home for three months and surrounded by friends, everyone can guess what is to happen. With Victor still alive and demanding the computer chip, drama and violence are guaranteed. In the matter of a year, Nicole went from sweet and immature to sarcastic and fierce. But was it really a shock that Drew Taylor took Nicole Andersini under his wing; It's what is expected from London's Bad Boy. He was meant to create; London's Bad Girl. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Yes you do need to read London's Bad Boy to understand this story as it is the sequel. Disclaimer** Based off of movie Getaway. (*Unoriginal story).

3 Identical Boys...Triplets The "Styles" Triplets All 3 look so similar to one another but, they're all different in their own way. Marcel is the goody goody. Gets straight A's wears funky glasses and isn't the best with the ladies. Edward. The punk, the rocker & the bad one. He isn't the nicest person you'll meet. He's inked all over and a carefree guy. Does what he wants when he wants. And lastly..Harry. The sweetheart, the gentleman & the ladies man. The popular kid in school who everyone admires. The life of any party. All 3 of these boys are so different from each other for looking so much alike. But they do have ONE thing in common. They all like the same girl...... © COPYRIGHT @IWLWWY_Fanfics 2013 ♡

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

It was just supposed to be a simple, harmless lunch date, to catch up with an old friend. But when that old friend is Harry Styles, there's no such thing as simple.

The thing about white lies, is that they darken more than the real ones actually. They start out trying not to hurt someone, but that's all they do. Hurt. I tried to protect him; but I didn't' know how. So I lied. It was only because he was my bestfriend. Because I love him. This secret you ask? Well, my parents died. And I have gastric cancer. How I managed to hide that for so long? No clue. I was willing to do anything to cover it up. When I realized how wrong it was, it was too late. More lies, losses, and love.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

written when I was like 11-12, beware.