Annika Castro is a normal teenage girl. She has friends, family, and thought she had love. One irreversible night leaves her heartbroken. Turns out the heart break didn't stop there. A story about real teenage problems and how they cope.

The shadows darkened around me. She licked her lips in anticipation. She could smell him, such exotic spices. She felt me screaming at her to stop before it was too late. Begging her to let me regain control over us. She was too gone far to pay me any mind. She felt his presence come closer, making our mouth water with the imagining of his taste. He would be delicious, better than anything else we’ve tasted. Another voice joined me in my pleas, my barely heard pleas. The voice helped me try to reason with her, make her see that this was wrong. For a split second She became undecided; for a split second She lost sight of what She wanted. And during that split second I made her realize what was going to happen if she went on with her plan. What She would lose if She attacked now. She made her choice. She allowed me to push her back, letting me take control again. She knew it wasn’t her time yet. I will be waiting, She whispered as we traded places. I opened my eyes and smiled at the face that haunted my dreams. I traced the contours of his face with my eyes, just before I felt an exhausted sleep pull at me. I struggled against it. No, I said to it. Just a little longer. Let me hear what he’s saying. Please. Rest, crooned the predator inside me. You will see him again. He is yours. Yes, I agreed. He is, isn’t he? And with that thought in mind, I allowed myself to become unconscious.

My mate Madeline 'Ace' McGarver asks me, and four of my best friends, random questions about relationships, parties, etc. And I might say, we're quite crazy and perverted, you were warned XD This story is completely for entertainment purposes. Me and my mates were reading How Boys Think and decided to make a female version :D Which, after every two chapters, will have a chapter written by one of us, telling the guys/girls reading what they are about :D Hope you like it :)

Meet Ashlynn Carter; sixteen years old, quiet, bullied at school. Meet Hope Carter; sixteen years old, extremely loud and...dead. Eleven years ago, Hope died in a tragic accident, leaving her twin an only child. Now, over a decade later, Hope's back...but not in the way you'd expect. A traumatic and brutal incident leaves Ashlynn herself close to death. Who saves her from a terrible fate? Her dead twin sister, talking to her in her head. Now, as Ashlynn tries to recover from an incident most would not survive, for the first time in her life she has a friend. Only this is a friend with a difference. Hope never leaves, residing in her sister's head constantly. Every thought, every movement, every breath is watched by the girl. Suddenly, school isn't so horrid anymore and Ashlynn...Ashlynn isn't alone. But is what Hope's doing right? Or is it even 'Hope' at all? Is this some terrible shock-induced phenomena, or do the dead never truly leave?

((GOING THROUGH A REWRITE - BE PREPARED FOR CONFUSING TIME SKIPS AND POV CHANGES)) The war is over and our heroes return to Hogwarts to complete their final year. But when Professor Trelawney makes a startling prophecy the friends have new problems on their hands and they can't solve them alone. With new romances blossoming and their NEWT exams just around the corner, can they prevent the Dark Lord from returning once more? **Cover by GladYouCame**

When the war began, the world went into lock-down. Secrets were being hidden, and it was better that way. For everyone. Or that's what he told himself. Towns and cities were secluded, with walls built to keep them safe from the outside world. All connections were cut off, and each and every area was left alone. Without food, without rain, without electricity. Suddenly it didn't seem so safe inside. Slowly, the food ran out and Area #101 fell to the ground. It was every man for himself, and what had once been a tight community had become a place where murder was simply a way to survive. What was the true reason behind the capitals decision? How can anyone survive their inescapable fate?

"Your dealing with this really well." This is a phrase I'm hearing a lot lately, something all the doctors and nurses think I care about hearing. No, I just want to dissapear into their pristine white tiled floors and uneven lumpy couches. That's just them though you haven't heard the therapists yet, thats always a laugh.