[Sequel to Pan's Game] * Alice has been having weird dreams about a boy whom goes by the name Peter Pan. Her friends constantly tell her that he's just a figment of her imagination, but she knows that he isn't as he visits her dreams every night, without fail. Worried for her well-being, her friends decide to take on a vacation to get her away from the busy environment which they live in. But no one, not even Alice, could've predicted that they would run into some old friends in the unknown place. After all, what's the worst that could happen in a small town named Storybrooke? * "When will this end?" Alice exclaims. "When will you stop haunting me?!" "Never," Peter replies. "I'll never give up on you, Alice. I made a promise, and I don't intend on breaking it." * "I will find a way back to them," Peter states, his eyes glinting with determination. "Perhaps," Malcolm replies. "I will find a way," He repeats. "I believe." * I don't own anything but Alice, her friends and my ideas * #809 in Fanfiction #78 in OnceUponATime #70 in ouat * Do NOT upload my work to chatgpt

[Book 1 in the Pan's Game trilogy] * Alice has been having nightmares about a certain brown-haired demon for the past few months. She thinks it's just a crazy dream until she gets kidnapped by the very person who's been traumatizing her. Soon, she learns that the demon boy is none other than a devilishly attractive brunette named Peter Pan. He claims her as his and doesn't let her leave his island. Sick of Peter and his ways, Alice challenges him to a game that will change her life forever. The rules are simple: They both have to act like they're together and act that they love each other. Whoever falls in love first, loses. * "I will get off this island, Peter." Alice states confidently. Peter chuckles. "We'll see about that, love." * Alice grins. "Game on." "Let's play..." Peter replies, smirking devilishly. * I don't own anything but Alice, her friends and my ideas * Was #61 in Fanfiction #2 in Fairytale #1 in Once Upon A Time #1 in PeterPan #1 in Neverland *

I jolted up, sweat dripping down my neck. I scrambled for the pills beside me and popped two into my mouth. "I shouldn't have done that." I muttered. I sat up shaking violently, waiting for the medication to kick in. Slowly I started to feel numb again, one of my favorite feelings. Thanks to those pills, I can finally start to feel somewhat sane. But don't get me wrong, I'm not a drug addict. I'm just a dying girl who is afraid of what she might become. Understand? XXX I dropped onto the ground, clutching my jaw. The red liquid known as blood flooded my mouth like a river. You see, the taste of blood definitely isn't unfamiliar. Just like the sensation of pain. Those two were buddies in my life. It's quite funny, I remember the cracking of my bones and glass seeping into my skin, just like the small needles that pumped medicine into my blood system to keep my small fragile body alive. All these hits yet, here I am standing. Guess you can call me superman. But even though I might be standing, I've already crumbled inside. Humans have glass hearts and strings that hold them together. What would we have left if our glass heart shatters and all the strings popped? XXX WARNING: Story is triggering to audiences that are sensitive to suicide and cutting. Oh and this story is quite frankly, cringey as hell. Story is in a very slow process of editing, so if there are errors, feel free to point them out and I will be quick to fix them! Hope you guys enjoy UnSavable! Love, Victoria♥ XXX Highest so far: #43 teen fiction 3/19/2017

(First Book In The Breaking Tomorrow Series) Lenne. She broke. She kept going. She cracked. She fell for him. She got hurt. Jake. He broke her. He kept after her. He fixed her. He fell for her. He didn't mean to hurt her. A twist on a cliche that might just break your heart. Story by: _aime_ All Rights Reserved

(Sequel to The Bad Boy's Good Girl) "Sorry about the mess," Drew spits as he slams the door to our apartment. I glance around to see if anything's untidy. Just a few boxes, nothing too big. "It's not a problem," Andrew Senior, notorious for being an asshole and my boyfriend's fuckface dad, brushes off slightly. "Not even that messy." With a pointed look towards his dad, Drew growls, "I was talking to Dylan, you piece of shit." *** College, a steady boyfriend, a private apartment and V locked away in jail. Everything was finally falling into place in Dylan Scott's life. But with a preliminary warning from the man of the hour, Andrew Steele Sr., it's suddenly breaking apart again. With drug cartels and gangs out for Drew and Dylan, how can anything work out between them? Not to mention the creepy photography boys. The skanky lingerie modeling coworkers. The midnight fights. Like Kami Garcia said - "Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic."