When given the opportunity to serve at the Kings castle, Sunni was more than excited to grasp at the chance. Of course he had he had his doubts and fear laced through him. No matter what, he was driven by determination. He planned to use the money earned to aid the orphanage he was raise in. He was certainly grateful towards the mysterious elderly woman who had given the news about a job in the castle. The job he knew was decent but he didn't expect to meet the powerful dominating king and later on receive his trust and he seems quite attached to Sunni. Sunni didn't predict the kings sudden growing love for him or rather inhuman obsession. Sunni didn't deserve the result of having King Taizan of Dusanma Kingdom to fall for him. He didn't want the love of a ruthless, obsessive and rather harsh King. Sunni later understands that being by the kings side is crucial and he is the only warmth that can melt the Kings stone cold heart.

Gabriel's mother died when he was fifteen. He was forced to drop out of school to care for his younger siblings, Jordan, Phoebe, and the twins, Rose and Liam. Forced into a line of work that he detests, that barely makes him enough money to live and which is gradually eroding his spirit, Gabriel is sinking deeper into misery. His siblings have no idea what he does to earn money, and Gabriel has no way of getting out. He can't afford to stop working. And he doesn't want the children to find out how he degrades himself for their benefit. Until, one day, a woman called Angela makes an proposition that Gabriel can't refuse.

rank: #18 in howtotrainyourdragon My name is Emma. I'm different than other nineteen-year-old girls; in fact, I'm different than everyone. I posess strange, evil powers--I always have. For starters, my chocolate brown hair has a dark purple sheen to it, and my eyes are dark purple as well... But the really weird thing is my birthmark: I have a purple birthmark that swirls and spirals like a vine up my left arm down to my hand and to my ring finger-tip and up the right side of my neck. But the real reason that I'm a freak... a monster... is because I cause a wake of destruction everywhere I go, and not because I'm clumsy. If I'm even at all tense, my footsteps leave dark purple scorch marks. When I get mad, my surroundings ignite with black and purple fire. It,s unpredictable because it's almost never the same thing, for instance, I often accidentally blast a purple beam of energy, or I cause gigantic black vines with purple thorns to rise from the ground without warning. I was abandoned when I was a baby, not that I can blame them... There are even legends about me that Vikings tell for ghost stories, or if they want to scare their kids into staying inside. They call me a monster. And they're right.

Keegan is a boy who loves affection. He's usually quite peppy and excitable, but everything in life has turned against him. He ends up locking away his emotions and making himself distant from the world, trying to avoid further suffering. He's left a shell of his former self, struggling to get through life. He decides to take time away from his abusive life by going on a week long school trip to collect his thoughts. He is placed in situations he couldn't have imagined. Theo is a laid back jock. He can come off as aggressive and bossy, usually around his friends, though he has a heart and can be quite kind. His life is hectic and full of annoying people. His parents are inconsiderate, his friends are clingy and loud, and the rest of the school sucks up to him, which he doesn't received well. He just wants to be left alone. After deceiving his clingy friends he snuck away on the school trip, hoping he could finally get some peace and quiet. This trip would hold some surprises for him, and maybe even change his life. What future will await these two? Are they destined for greatness, or despair?

In the year 2008, a blond eighteen year old by the name Luke Hemmings died a brutal death in an old, cheap apartment. His body was found nearly a week later by his landlord when he came to collect rent. His throat had been ripped out and his chest had been stabbed multiple times. Few mourned for the teenager, as he only had one true friend and his parents had kicked him out of the house as soon as he turned of age, not caring for him one bit. But there was one person who cared. His name is Ashton Irwin... And he likes to write to the ghost living in his apartment. (I just miss writting letter type stuff) #149 in Paranormal