"The world is a bitter, bitter place, Greyson. There's nothing to do now except get over it." In the sleepy town of Avensgrove, everyone hides their secrets like jewels. They bury it behind fake smiles and pleasantries, and for the longest time - it has worked. And then Blaire DuMonte's body is found at the bottom of the lake. And a year later, her best friend holds five hostages captive in the abandoned DuMonte household. The secrets they've kept have began to resurface - and it all started with Blaire's body. Highest Rank: #19 in Mystery/Thriller & a Wattpad Featured Story

here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.

All boys will grow into men.

She looked over at him with tears in her eyes before whispering, "In this cookie cutter world, you are either this or that; nothing in between, nothing of a mixed breed," At the Sacred Heart Charter School, one of the most prestigious boarding schools in North America, there lies a social hierarchy. Think Mean Girls, amplified. There are many young men who are considered to be King but there is only one Queen, simply because she terrifies everyone. When a new student arrives, it's safe to say that the cookie cutter world amuses him, and that's coming from the boy who has grown up in the Upper East Side of New York City. Soon enough, he makes it his mission to destroy everything "cookie cutter"-esque about this small bubble they call the world, but it's hard to take down a Queen who has no disloyal subjects from the fear she injects in their hearts.

The beautiful die young.

In hope of reconnecting with her ethnic ties, Arden Michaelson sets off for France to study abroad during her junior year of college for a semester, leaving her best friend and boyfriend behind. Upon arriving at the "City of Lights" she is kissed by a set of foreign lips.

Prey meets predator under a starry night.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

❝ 'it's beautiful,' she says, 'roses are so pretty.' ❞ ❝ 'it's just like romance,' i tell her, 'it's beautiful, but it doesn't last.' ❞ + + + In which I write poetry about an ephemeral romance. [ #206 in Poetry // 5.3.16 ]