What does it mean to be a family? More so, what lengths do we go to for family? Sienna D'Angelo was a regular girl with an unusual upbringing. She always felt out of place in her lifestyle, though it wasn't until he mothers death where she found out who she truly was. She was brought into a world of violence and death at the hands of finding her father, whilst meeting a breathtaking Italian mobster who she just can't seem to stay away from. Entering this merciless world would ensure a dangerous life for herself but what she didn't know was how quick her old life would fall apart. Welcome to the Mafia, will you make it out alive?

Hazel. My name is Hazel. And thats... all I know. I woke up one day on a cold metal slab, not knowing anything else about myself. Then I was... adopted. Sort of. By vampires. Because thats what I was now they said. A vampire. A changeling they called me as they took me home. To their manor. Because I was also a noble now. Lower class noble. But a noble. What they failed to mention was that changelings? They were second class citizens to other vampires. noble or not. In everyone else's eyes, in their society. I was nothing. Barely above a human. Which was food. I was basically spoilt meat to them. Food no longer edible. I understood that quicker than anything else. So why my new parents seemed to be the only vampires on the planet ignorant to the elephant in the room was beyond me. But they were. To the point where they thought to send me to Romanov Academy. The most prestigious school in the world of Vampires. As a high school student, because apparently thats my age range. So. That me. The lowest on the totem pole in a school full of literal nobility and apparently a royal. A. Very. Scary. Royal. The schools named after his family. He's a pureblooded vampire. The crème de la crème of my new world. And a total fucking asshole. I know two things. My name is Hazel. And apparently I'm not very good this whole vampire, blood drinking, creature of the night thing.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

[Completed but editing] Once reached #240 'That moment when you have only a split second to decide something that could mean life, or death, is one of the most important moments in your life. You only have that one minute, that one second to decide what's going to happen next. She was only eight. And although I didn't count fifteen as an old age, there was a difference between us. She still had her whole life ahead of her and I had messed mine up already.' There is nothing in the world that Katrina Johnson would like more than a happy family, a mother, a safe place to live. However all of this seems very far from reach as she trails through the typical Monday mornings and the weekends which seem even worse. Those weekends are when they go out into the night. Those long nights are when she wishes that she could go to bed without locking her door, or walk out of school without worrying about who might be waiting, or that her brother didn't start a gang, because that is when all the trouble seem to begin... ~Written by Mair Hayes (cherryade22) © All rights reserved.

"They were elements that were not supposed to mix,but they were. And just like mixing hydrogen peroxide with Sulfuric Acid; Inevitable explosion." *** "This isn't right." I whispered¸ fear seeping into my voice. I felt goose bumps grow on my neck, at his sudden proximity. Control. All I needed was a little self control to stop the feeling growing in my stomach. Soon I was looking straight at him, eye to eye. He leaned in closer, I felt my knees wobble and my breath hitched, he went straight to my ear a cocky smirk making its way onto his face and whispered, "Never said it was." © 2012 All rights reserved

Being a hunter and a werewolf at the same time, does not always work out. For instance when you meet your mate. Upon meeting your other half you should be smiling, happy, and clean, not bloody, growling, and injured. Being a hunter and a werewolf is also not easy when you have enemies. Can you imagine wanting to escape for fresh air and getting kidnapped? My name is Charlie and this is my twisted story. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not the best intro, but the story is better. Trust me. (UNDER EDITING)

*Highest rank #9 in Teen fiction * Adam Smith, popularly known as the badass of the school-- wild, charming, and terrifying. People know Adam for either of the two reasons-- his intense passion for music or the rumour that he killed his last girlfriend. Enter Holly McCarthy, the new admission in school. She falls in love with the smallest things, cliché movies and flowers can sweep her off her feet. But this 'good girl' knows how to steer clear of trouble, that is till she crosses paths with Adam. Refusing to believe the school whispers, Holly trudges a little too close for her safety. One slap in a headstrong moment triggers this story of ego and revenge. For Adam, the game has just begun. One drunken night and 10 grand on the line, Adam vows to get Holly to bed in a week to avenge his humiliation. And he knows just how to play his cards. As Holly gets lovestruck by the bad boy, will her naivety cost her? Will he win the bet? Or will the ghosts of his past return to haunt him? As history seems to be repeating itself around Adam, everything is on the line for these two. [Yikes, I suck at descriptions haha, would love if ya'll gave this story a try *puppy dog eyes*] [Under minor editing, will not affect the storyline, just polishing grammar; Warning--you may come across badly edited chapters, sumimasen!] Copyright © Ananya Varma, 2016. All Rights Reserved.