Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
#1 in Mystery/Thriller ( 05/17/17 ) "I'm afraid to be alone with my thoughts..." "why?" "Because they're dangerous... and that makes me dangerous too." Copyright© liarsdiaries ™2016 ***will be edited soon***
Red is a trained female assassin, the best of the best. She attacks her victims in the dead of night, with no traces left except for a note written on blood red paper. Therefore she was dubbed, The assassin of Red. Disgusted by how the rich nobles live, she strives for justice but when she is asked to help the infamou...
After witnessing the death of her father, Brielle is orphaned. That is, until she meets two peculiar men who claim themselves to be Grim Reapers. They find that Brielle is able to view Cinematic Records, something that only Reapers like themselves can view. Coming to the conclusion that someday Brielle will be a Grim...
"Alright last question, Sebastian?" Ciel asks, letting his butler ask the final question. "Will you obey the young master's every wish and live up to the Phantomhive servant's good name?" Sebastian asks, his face all seriousness. "Yes," I say Then with a small grin I say, "And I promise you I'll be one hell of a maid...
This is my first fanfic so please be nice. I love the idea of Ciel Phantomhive having a sister that was separated from him during the fire. If you don't then i'm sorry for your loss. THIS IS A ROMANCE/ ACTION STORY AND I WOULD LOVE HELP AND SUGGESTIONS. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS IN THE BLACK BUTLER SERI...
Blood. Blood everywhere. It was all I could see as bodies laid everywhere. The stench of rotten flesh and blood filtered through my nose, making me cringe. It wasn't just werewolves, but many other beings. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that this was all because of me. Because of who I am. Why did it h...
