For eleven years, Oakley Farrell has been silent. At the age of five, she stopped talking and no one seems to know why. Refusing to communicate beyond a few physical actions, Oakley remains in her own little world. Bullied at school, she has just one friend, Cole Benson. Cole stands by her refusing to believe that she is not perfect the way she is. Over the years, they have developed their own version of a normal friendship. However, will it still work as they start to grow even closer? When Oakley is forced to face someone from her past, can she hold her secret in any longer?

Dusk turned to night. Blue turned to black. Hot turned to cold. --- Imagine if every breath you took was watched over. If every movement you made was recorded. If every sin you committed was a one-way ticket to an eternity of darkness. Because what goes around, comes around. Because she has no mercy and you have no power. Because Karma saw that, and she's coming for you. * * * Wattpad Featured Story. #71 in Action. #9 in Paranormal. --- all credit for the cover goes to @randomthingsbyme c:

❝ Hunter are you okay? ❞ ❝ Am I ever? ❞ ☹ this story is based off the song Hate Me - Blue October ☹ ☺ editing in process ☺ *the editing throughout the novel will no longer be continued (explained in the final a/n). Sorry about the mistakes*

Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *

"I wanna kill you.." He whispered huskily. "I dare you" I said. Seventeen year old Sonee rave win's a contest to go stay at Dracula's castle for two week's and everything is fine at first.. before two people have gone missing or at least that's what their telling us... but soon after sonee goes looking around in a secret passage way and stumble's into a secret room? and meet's a sexy pale guy with a cute Romanian accent and he demand's that she come's to see her every night at the stroke of midnight or he'll kill her and her missing friend's will they fall in love or will this be a murder that no mortal can solve? Werewolves in Paris (Side story) Johnny is absolutely miserable after his girlfriend of two years dumps him and ends up attacking a guard at a vampires castle, so he’s thrown into prison for murder and that’s when he meets the mystifying Bliss Morgale. White hair that flows softly down to her lower back, White eyes that glow like the moon, White snake tattoos, and don’t forget her flawless pale skin that’s as white as her… well everything! She and Johnny escape the prison together and run off to Paris where Bliss show’s Johnny where she loves to be herself, And Johnny soon feels himself falling in love in the most romantic place in the world.

He is a bad ass...she is the average 18 year old. While he is out leading his gang...she is hanging with friends or at home. What happens when she attends a party at his house and she catches his eye? Will she be another one night stand for him or will he bring her into his world of danger and become possessive of her and corrupt her? Follow Jay and Sadi on their tale of danger, lust, and maybe even love.

"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.