The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

She made sure that there were at least three visible hickies at all times, ever since I was in middle school. "To keep away all the unworthy people" She would say. And now i didn't want anyone else but her. She was after all, the only worthy person. (GirlxGirl)

Isabella is seventeen moving to Florida because her mom met someone new, after the traumatizing aspect that happened in her life what else is yet to come. A stepbrother, new group of friends, and unpredictable moments. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} BELLA POV I showed up to dinner in a short dress and glittery heels My mom kaden, Maddison, and Alex were already sitting, I sat beside kaden and the waitor brought our food While Maddison smiles at me Maddison:happy birthday bella Alex:I ordered lobster for everyone i hope u don't mind isabella *great i wanted salad* "no not at all" as we were eating I felt kaden hand go on my thigh and he gently rubbed it softly i jumped a little Mom:you alright? "yeah just a little chilly in here" in the corner of my eye I see kaden smirk a little while eating his food...and his hand got closer :":":":":":":":":":":":":": PREVIEW JAKE POV I closed the door and went on the other side of my car and got in, I started it and drove off I looked over to see Isabella turn my radio on I looked at her and turned it off she looked back at me and turned it on "turn my radio on again i'm gonna- Bella:what shoot me she said pulling the gun from under my seat I looked at it and took it from her turning the safety on "no" She smirked "fuck you so good you forget how to pronounce you're name" I said calmly and looking at the rode I turned the radio off and i saw her staring off with her hand gripping the seat and she pushed her legs together I laughed to myself, the fact that she got horny off of that She wasn't as innocent as I thought READ THE STORY TO CONTINUE DO NOT COPYRIGHT MY BOOK (My Stepbrother) WITHOUT MY PERMISSION DO NOT STEAL ANYTHING OUT OF MY BOOK (My Stepbrother) WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. There are spelling errors in my book and i do try to go back and fix them so bare with me but i hope you enjoy it :) I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURES IN THIS BOOK

"She" book series book 1. Ruby Gold had it all. The most handsome quarterback boyfriend, best grades, rich family, her own cheer team, the looks and the personality. Eden Harper is the new girl. She is the definition of bad, not to mention, it isn't hard to figure out her sexuality. What happens once the popular girl, the new bad girl and a stereotypical town all come together? Is Ruby even happy? Is Eden even bad? A story far from traditional.

Short Horror Stories that I'm writing in my English class

It's been two years since Rose met Jeff and the Creepy Pasta gang. Jeff and her are only friends right? Well another Pasta comes in and try's to take Rose away from him? What if Jeff almost dies? What happens when Rose gets punched? Or when Slender's brothers' come to visit him? Read on to watch Jeff and Rose fall even more deeply in love in "I Do.."!

Teagan is about to turn 18, and her parents have to leave their home in Texas to go California for 3 weeks when her uncle dies suddenly. Teagan is more than thrilled, as any teenager would be to be left alone so long. But with the weather being so bad, and her unknowingly being followed by someone, could this month really be as fun as she planned? Coming home from the park one night, she finds someone sleeping in her bed. She manages to knock him out and chain him up in her living room. How long before he manages to get out, and how long until she gives in to her growing desire to know him? She's not scared of him, yet he gives her every reason to be.

Random selections of poems I wrote a long time ago. Yea they're emo as you can say. Don't worry it's all fake I don't do any of the things that happen in the poems :] Yes, some of it is very graphic and disturbing. So viewer discretion is advised :P

A collection of poems, gathered in one, mixed with different emotions. Love, friendship, betrayal, happiness, and forgiveness. This will teach each and everyone of us that life is more like of a poem, every line in it is meaningful. We may read the words mistakenly, but we could have all the chances to read it back, and understand it well. That's life, we learned through mistakes. The more bruises we got, the stronger our perseverance would be.

A genius of love and loneliness. Poems from someone who is not a poet. Highest Rank: #179