Book 2 in the series!! It would be silly to read this one before the first one, so don't be silly.

{fu·nam·bu·list: a tightrope walker/rope-dancer} Scott Hoying had been sitting in row 4, seat number 23, when he had been sure that his heart stopped beating. With his fingernails burrowed into his dark jeans and his lip between his teeth, he could do nothing but stare upwards - 50 feet above him- as the figure pranced along the high wire. The performer's body swayed to the melody around him, a stunning smile lighting up his entire face as he moved; his arms were thrown out to the sides, toes pointed, as he jumped along the tightrope. The massive tent expelled a blinding white light in the performer's direction, casting an ethereal glow upon his black-clad figure. On cue, the performer then quickly leaped forward, smile still intact, executing three of the most perfect front flips Scott had ever seen in his life. He thought the boy looked miraculous up there, and that was definitely an understatement. Though he was around same age as Scott himself, his way of performing showed experience and talent far beyond his years; the performer quite literally personified the music. It's sure that Scott was definitely the last person to be able to judge circus performers, as it wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he knew passion when he saw it. Scott was certain that if he even attempted something of that calibre, he would probably start crying, if he didn't break his nose first.

〝 "scott?" i said quietly, gaining his attention. "hm?" scott mumbled. i sat next to him and we didn't look at each other. "i'm sorry," i said after some silence. in that small, silent moment, i could feel my heart rip apart at my words and i nearly heard his breaking. "okay," he said very quietly, like as if he didn't want me to hear it, "i am too." and that's when mine completely tore. 〞 *** trigger warnings: this story includes the following ;; suicidal thoughts, depression, self hatred, mature language & one sexual/smutty scene. if you're not comfortable with any of those, i highly suggest for you to skip this book and go onto the next. { completed } { warning: this story is *extremely* old & poorly written!!! }

Mars Kensington has nowhere to go. Forced to attend weekly confessions for being lesbian, she had it with her parents and decided to leave the house. Lost and confused, she was approached by two mysterious women who offered her a once in a lifetime chance to attend Lesbian Academy.

He left him for 10 minutes and now he's not sure if he'll ever get him back.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

(DISCLAIMER: I know there are a lot of grammatical errors so please don't point them out. Proceed at your own accord.) (Working on a MAJOR and COMPLETE rewrite, the plot will be the same but I've grown as a writer over the past 5 years and I'm ready to make this story the best it can be, I'll post an announcement on my page when the rewrite is completed (: ) Lina Malkovich is about to enter the world of power, money and immortality. Halloween night Lina and her friends visit her towns greatest mystery, the Volkov Mansion. Believed to be abandoned for years they enter and wander around, what they find inside is something they never could have imagined. Alexander Volkov (believed to be dead for several hundred years) is waiting for them grinning and hungry. But something strange happens, he offers her a deal. "You shall serve me. You will be my slave and cater to my every need or desire. This is my only and final offer." Lina agrees and gets herself into much more than she bargained for.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

Completed :) -BUT- There is a second book... And a third... And um... A fourth xD