A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

You have been planning murder since you got sent to your foster parents they were horrible people and only your neighbor kept you sane while you were there but he moved away years ago and is presumed to be dead. I don't own any pictures they belong to their rightful owners.

"Leo..." I gasp as he kicks me to the ground and I lay flat on the floor. Hands outstretched, arms and legs heavy, but head even heavier. I lift my head just for it to drop back down in defeat as my opponent kicks me in the gut, winding me and pulls me back up to my knees by the ends of my red mask. With one Katana pressed to my throat, the other begins to pierce my plastron, very slowly, very painfully.

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked as you shakily backed yourself up into the wall behind you. "I think a better question would be: what am I not going to do to you?" He chuckled darkly. S I N. HIGHEST RANK: #123 in Fanfiction (Thank you guys so much!!♥) #22 in tag "xreader" #1 in darkiplier

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.

-UNDER HEAVY EDITING- (BOOK #1 of the HS Series) I see him. I see him just across the hallways. Him clutching a poor innocent's shirt raising him up with his back against the lockers. And here I am watching. Holding my books and biting my lips out of nervousness. That's it. I walked up to them and I grabbed the rebel's hand that was still clutching the shirt. He looked at me with those raging eyes and said," Get lost Nerd" as he tries to get rid of me. "Leave him alone," barely a whisper "What did you say?" and he lets go of the kid and basically running off. "Stop being such a meany." He laughed and said, "Alright cutey pie." He started walking but I'm not leaving him without a warning. "If you bully someone again, I'll beat you up." He stopped walking and turned around stalking towards me. "Did you just threatened me?"

He was gay He wasn't He was mysterious He was an open book He's never had a relationship He's fucked almost every girl in the school He was the Bad Boy He was the Player

A snarled ripped through Jason's chest as he pushed me harshly up against the metal lockers, a small whimper left my lips but I just laughed weakly, nevertheless. " Say it Patty. Say it's me you like, not that stupid prick." He spat angrily, fisting my gamer shirt, my favourite shirt actually. Even though I knew he was purposely trying to hurt me but I couldn't help but get lost in his forest green eyes. I could have said that I liked him and not the new kid, Joe. But what would be the fun in that? " Bite me." I spat back. Patty Mcdonald was a geek. Not a nerd. He played all the video games, went to the conventions and wore all of the novelty shirts. And on top of all that, he was gay. Not the best sexuality choice in a small town where everyone knows everyone and most of the town is religious. Jason Davis was a jock. Not a big air headed jock. He had it all; the girls, the looks, the brains and the friends. But what happens when Patty finds out his little secret?

Dave and Dirk live a semi normal life. That is until they have a run in with the 2 most wanted criminals out there. What will the brothers do with the dorky but dangerous jake and john.

How can you love someone you fear? Laken is a werewolf; the runt of the pack. What happens when the Alpha starts taking an interest in him? Rule number one of the wolf pack; Never disobey your Alpha. Cover design by: hgames113