{ h i a t u s } Evil doesn't die. It never does. It only takes on a new face, a new name. Just because you've been touched once by it, it doesn't mean you're immune to ever being hurt again. Lightning can strike twice. And oh, how Beacon Hills knew it well. But let's be honest, if Marina Wurthers hadn't sho...
[Short Story] When the air is cold and the banshee wails, the only thing left to do is run for your life. Who knew it could all go so wrong so fast?
Winnie Jones never asked for what she painted or drew in the brief blackout spells that a shining within gave her. She didn't ask to see a lizard man with homicidal tendencies in an oddly named town or a boy with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. To top that, she sure as hell didn't ask to get involved. But unf...
My world was always split into two: them and me. I was on the outside, always looking in, tapping the glass and then running to hide the second anyone turned to look. My best friend had died, and I was left alone in this world, until I met her. She had always been my coyote. The one who saved my life nearly six years...
High school. It's difficult enough to navigate on its own. Especially when you were quick-witted, bitterly sarcastic, and emotionally constipated with a bad case of verbal diarrhea. And yes she was aware of the inherent contradiction contained within that phrase. When Charlie Oswin moved to Beacon Hills to live with...