"there is art trapped in your blood and the confines of your veins and the paper is a ruthless vampire prepared to taste it, if only you'd be willing to share your quiet beauty with the hungry, ivory parchment." ▪▪▪▪ a collection of original poetry, prose and other rants and passages. a collection of my feelings. highest ranking: #105 in poetry started: august 10th, 2017 ended: july 4th, 2018 status: complete

melancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •

Danielle Steele knows when she wasn't wanted. So she left. She had many reasons to leave; her mate who was the soon to be alpha of the pack rejected her, her family treated her like a slave and insulted her. When she comes back they expected the weak nerdy girl who was pushed around but what they didn't expect was a strong beautiful woman.

Kira Reeds is a young werewolf who was bullied when she was younger by her own brother and his best friend. One of the things they did to her traumatized her for her whole life. Highest rated #207 in werewolf 2017/10/17 #235 in werewolf 2017/09/26 #320 in werewolf 2017/07/23 #458 in werewolf 2017/09/17 #543 in werewolf #894 in werewolf 2017/09/20 #991 in werewolf 2017/07/18

"And you? What's your name?" Jack asked. No words escaped my mouth; I was too busy staring at him. I was in a trance. He tried waving his hands to grab my attention, but I still didn't answer. "Hellooo?" That's when I snapped back to reality and managed to answer. "My name's S-summer Lovem-m-more." I stuttered. "Thank you. What a pretty name for a very pretty girl." He winked as he finished writing my name down. I blushed. "You're guaranteed to have fun here! I hope you enjoy your time. Our first fun activity is tonight; we're having a campfire... Be there by sunset." He left with a smile and closed the door behind himself. Did he have to leave? I fell back onto my pillow and smiled like a lovesick idiot. But, I guess that's what I was at that point. [Disclaimer: I started writing this book at twelve years old - do excuse the cringey parts and bad writing. This book stays up solely because it has become quite successful and to demonstrate how far I've come with my writing lol. okay. thanks.]

{Completed} Highest Ranking: # 1 in Fantasy (01/28/17) Book. 1 My blood boiled at the thought of one of them in our streets, hidden in plain sight, perhaps even by one of the kids from the orphanages. Would it murder innocent human children? You bet. Would it even think twice about gutting a starving child? Never. What could do this, you're probably asking. But it boils down to one single word. One word that made anger I hadn't known I possessed, roar to life like a pissed off lion. One word that sent a cold chill spider-walking down my spine. Faeries. ------------ Eve Scotts's world is divided by magic - The Order of the Seven who rules over her kingdom with a steel fist and the murderous faeries's she'll be forced to fight when she turns eighteen. Eve is a dueler, a human that dabbles in the elements to fight in underground scuffles for some extra coin to feed her fellow orphans back home. But she has a secret weapon: She can wield ice magic - a magic that is only reserved for the High Witches at court. But she makes a mistake. She exposes herself. Rumors are spreading of a small orphan girl who can wield the power of ice, and it isn't long until the Order sends one of their own to snatch up the bounty. In exchange for the secrecy of her special gift, Eve agrees to participate in the Witches Academy, where humans are taught to wield the power of the elements and become powerful witch soldiers for the Order's disposal. As Eve is drawn further into the Witch world, she risks everything to learn more about her power and her lineage. With her frozen heart melting for the Count of Night, Sebastian O'Neill, Eve is thrown into a cyclone of love, betrayal, and family drama she hadn't even known an orphan could inherit. Soon, Eve must decide: Is love, or survival more important? Word Count: 102,000.

You know you wanna ask the color of the grim reaper's underwear.