Their love was like the Titanic, it sank. © 2013 unrepulsive

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

When Mary was younger her mother bought her a mirror to hang in her bedroom. Every night after dinner Mary would go up to her room and look in the mirror. Her mother watched as her little girl would wave into it, thinking it was normal she let her be, though she never would have guessed the devils son was waving back... {Co-writer: @CrazyLou} (Cover by @Yeezy_)

She was the very essence of innocence, illuminating the very darkest corners of my being; and I wanted to ruin and damn her beautiful soul. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.2014.2016 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"No sweeter innocence than a gentle sin." Sequel to Nude [Book 2] // © 2016 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. Highest Rank: #28 in Fanfiction

*Updates most Mondays* Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles "I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I just couldn't. I hadn't set foot near a piano in nearly three weeks. The music didn't matter. What was the point of it anyway? Music was a distraction. Music was a curse."

Sometimes people aren't what we think they are. Even though sometimes, their true nature isn't too far for what we see. Elena's strong attraction towards Harry was more like a connection, but as hypnotizing as an attraction could be and even more. But what she didn't know was behind that feeling a tragic story was lying. Secrets and a tragic past are about to be unlocked.

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

All human souls are corrupted and dark, but her soul caught my attention. It was good and pure. The soul I had been looking for all this time. It has to be mine. It will be mine. © Copyright. 2014 @rippedskinnyjeans. All rights reserved.