Pineview High's Football team has a tradition. Before every game the Quarterback throws the ball randomly into the audience, and the lucky girl who catches it gets to kiss him which brings the team luck. For more than a decade, the tradition has been successful, until this streak has been broken when one girl refuses to give a kiss. What happens when its the final game that decides whether they make it to semi finals and Tessa gets hit by the ball? The exact same girl who happened to refused to give away a kiss before? What started of as a little thing called revenge, but things don't go by plan. One cold harsh jock along with a sarcastic and broken girl are thrown together, showing a side of them that no one ever knew existed. Its a change of plans.

"Meat" has been a call-guy in Chicago's gay district for over a year and seems largely satisfied with his job. Until a peculiar new client makes him question if he should be serving his meat to everyone.

"Don't speak. Don't move. Don't utter a sound. You are to be docile and compliant at all times, for this was arranged. You want to love him? You want him to love you? Then only listen to me," my mother said, long nails nearly scraping my nose as she pulled the black veil over my face. "Of course," I replied, rage boiling in my stomach. "What else can I do? You did manage to sell my soul to the devil, Madam Gwen." ♆War had been a constant factor in my coventry for the past half century. I didn't know why. I didn't want to know why, as long as my father had it under control. Our kingdom was on the precipice of victory and I was able to stay away from the whole war topic for the most part of my eighteen years of life. But then my father died. And my mother took over. I am to be married to the neighboring coven's prince, the son of the man who killed my father. T'was arranged and so foretold...♆

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*WARNING: Written in 2008, some content may be offensive* Stasee is your typical shy, quiet teenage girl until the night her brother's best friend Damen Hurtz decides to finally acknowledge her existence. In a desperate attempt to gain his acceptance she allows him to take the one thing every girl values most...her virginity. After that night, Damen constantly begins accepting her while they're alone and then rejecting her in front of his peers. Stasee's frustration and confusion continues to grow, as do her feeling toward the man who continues to break her heart. He claims that he cares for her, but will his need for his peer's acceptance prevent him from ever treating Stasee the way he should? And if he finally realizes the stupidity of popularity over love, will Stasee still be waiting for him?

An ideal mate for me would be someone who's capable of knowing the knowledge of love. They should value it because we all know that love is fragile and it can easily break us apart. But once I met him I knew he did not value love. He has shattered so many hearts. I knew he wasn't capable of handling mine, so why would I dare to give it to him? I was that type of picky person when it came to love because for me, love is everything. I just have a question for our Moon Goddess, out of all of the boys in this world you chose him. Why him?

“Do you know Lilith’s story?” he asked me, leaning over the counter, his strange silver eyes gleaming in the orange afternoon glow that filled the empty library, filtering through the huge bay windows. “No,” I said, and even though the air was far from cold, a chill crept down my spine. Something about his eyes, his posture, and the way he looked at me made me very uncomfortable. “She was the first woman created by God. She was made of soil, just like Adam… She was his equal. Not like Eve…” he stopped then, eyes lost somewhere beyond me. “She disrespected Adam and God and finally ended up being cast out of Eden, cursed and forgotten by all. Do you know what her curse was?” “No,” I breathed. My instinct was telling me that something was very, very wrong. It was telling me to run, but I was petrified, unable to move. “She and her descendants would never know Paradise… They would be condemned to walk the earth forever. Every time they died, they would come back as another person, and they would carry the weight of Lilith’s sin for all of eternity…" She was the one thing he needed most. He was the one thing she should have ran away from. There is only one way for a son of Lilith to stop the unending cycle of life. A soul for a soul. A life for a life.

"I must have hit my head a lot harder than I had anticipated, or maybe breathe too much smoke because this is definitely nut-case crazy. Or a very creepy dream that feels way too real for my own good. I can pat my subconscious on the back for that one, but at the same time, it might be a little over the top." When Melody set fire to a museum she didn't expect to hit her head on the pavement and wake up in a nightmare. But she does. And this nightmare is not a nightmare apparently--it's a curse. A curse that traps her into paintings. And there's no escaping from the wrath of a possessed painting out to teach an art-hater a lesson. Cover painting made by Soo Kim (http://sookimstudio.com/blog/)