The tomb spell broke and a Salvatore girl is awakened from her slumber. [Season 1-4 TVD] [Season 1 TO] Cover credit to @solatirium 01/8/17- #2 in Fanfiction 10/13/18- #1 in #thevampirediaries 11/23/18- #1 in #fanfiction Translated in Italian by @lioninsheepsclothes Translated in Polish by @Lunailly (no longer updates the translation, I apologize) Translated in Polish by @Ciemny_Kwiat Translated in Spanish by @Alexa_tp23

I stand there with my back away from him. I couldn't look at him not after he hurt me. How was I supposed to believe anything that came out of his mouth? "Helena. I'- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." taking a step closer. The heat of his muscular body penetrated my cold skin. "Leave, just - leave me alone. I can't take it anymore. You broke me. Don't you get that?" whispering the last part. "I did. Please..." "Don't, your words don't mean anything. You don't mean anything." I wanted him to hurt as badly as he hurt me. "That's not true. I know you don't mean that. You want me as much as I want you." his breath lingering in my ear. "Don't flatter yourself. I hate you. I.Don't.Want.You." hissing as I turned around to face him. He pursed his lips and I knew my words cut deep. I wasn't going to be nice anymore. Kane made sure that part of me was gone. Silence filled the room. It was suffocating me just like he was and right when I was going to turn around he grabbed me slamming me to his hard chest. "Too bad, cause I want you." smashing his lips on mine he kissed me hungrily as if his life depended on it. I tried pushing him away but I couldn't or simply I just didn't want to. Did I want him after what he's done? Lifting me up he walked us to the bed laying me down slowly. Pulling away he took his shirt off then kissed me again. "I want you. There's no one else I want more than you. Let me be your first and last." I didn't know what I was thinking or if I was at that moment, but I wanted him. I couldn't deny it. "Take me. I want you to make love to me." letting the words come out making him smile. Without another word he kissed me softly. "I've been waiting for you to say that to me for a while. I will make love to you until the sun comes up baby." then took my shirt off with everything else. His body pressed against mine. "I love you Helena and I always will." as he entered me taking my virginity just like he always planned to. #47- 11/23/16 #65- 11/24

9/29/16- #83 9/30/16- #75 11/23/16- #111 12/28/16- #70 Damon and Damien Heart are identical twins. They are Seniors in high school and are the epitome of the 'Boys Next Door'. With looks, charm and brains on their side they make the female population drop their panties with their mischievous smile. Natalia Cruz just moved to California from Miami with her mom who is starting a new job. Moving next to the Heart family, she is befriended by Juliet Heart, the twin's younger sister. Warning her brothers to stay clear of their new neighbor they promise to. But will they keep their promise once they see how she looks like? "Natalia, we need to know." Damien stares at her, his brown chocolate eyes boring into hers. "Know what?" she asks confused. The twins look at each other and nod. "We need to know if you will be ours." Damon says grabbing her hand. "I can't be with the both of you." she looks in between them surprised. The twins chuckle and lean into her. "That's too bad, because we share everything...and you baby girl, are no exception."

Vulnerability should never equate to weakness. Amy Wilson had always relied on her older brother to keep her from harm. Even when the dead began to rise, this had not changed. She was not a fighter. Amy couldn't handle a gun, couldn't function around blood and gore, and certainly couldn't live with herself after killing another being; whether they were dead or living. After her brother was killed at the hands of a man named Rick Grimes, she was finally forced to learn how to protect herself, how to fight, and to be brave. There was only one man capable of teaching this; a hunter, Daryl Dixon. Cold, quiet, private and strong, he had no time for weakness. That was, of course, until he met Amy. - First TWD Watty Award Winner - Featured in the Official The Walking Dead : Road to Survival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list - Featured in the Official Wattpad Fanfic "The Walking Dead" reading list - #8 in Buzzfeed's Official "19 Wildest Fanfics People Couldn't Stop Reading In 2015"

26 year old Anabelle is a young woman just discovering her abilities as a telekinetic. She knows little about her mutation, or how to control it... She only knows that mutants are all over the news, constantly referred to as savage and dangerous. When Anabelle's abilities respond to her distressed emotions and kill her abusive step father, Troy, she does the only thing she knows to do... Packs up what she can carry on her back, and flees her home, Portland, and ultimately the entire state of Oregon. Anabelle survives seven lonely months on her own, struggling to teach herself to harness her telekinesis, which proves to be an uphill climb for her. She gets by with her looks, hitching rides from city to city with truckers, or whoever will pick her up. Over the months, she perfects the art of shoplifting, living off gas station snacks and drinks. She learns to sleep wherever she can lay down, and soon the homelessness starts to take a toll on her. But when Anabelle meets Logan, a mysterious, rugged man with no memory of his past, her world turns upside down. She discovers that he, too, is a mutant, trying to figure out who he is and where he came from... And she is fascinated by him. Can a man who doesn't even know his own identity mend the shattered pieces of a young woman's broken soul...?

What if Zoey Francis, the other Slayer in Sunnydale, was never an only child? What if she had Dawn as a sister instead of Buffy? That she and her mother Layla had to deal with Glory and her minions trying to take Dawn as the key to the other dimensions? So, this is a story about the Francises. Zoey, Layla, Dawn, and their friends. The story comes with love, family, heartbreak, friends, life and death. And who will all die to help Zoey protect her sister?

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

"You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me." -Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friends