Mi chica es un Ángel. Un Ángel de Alas Negras. Mamá, ¿no ves que está llorando? Papá, ¿no ves que está sangrando? Tiene los brazos desgarrados. Las Alas rotas. La carne abierta. Jude, tu cuerpo es NOCHE. Jude, tu voz es SANGRE. ¿De qué manera te harás escuchar ahora? ________ El peor enemigo a veces está dentro de tu cabeza y necesitas ayuda para dejarle salir...

Ana Salazar. Romántica empedernida. Fiel creyente del amor. Aspirante a ser la protagonista de una historia de ensueño. A sus dieciséis años está convencida de que el amor es el sentimiento más puro y hermoso que cualquiera podría experimentar, pues únicamente ha leído maravillosos versos sobre aquél. Sin embargo, tras conocer a Adrián, el chico que se convertiría en su mejor amigo y de cual caería terriblemente enamorada, descubre el lado más turbio y doloroso que no suelen desvelar en los cuentos de hadas. Y con ello deberá aprender a lidiar, incluso, con la desconfianza en sí misma. Historia narrada en capítulos cortos. - - - - - - - - - - ♡ OBRA REGISTRADA. Cualquier copia o adaptación será reportada y se llevarán a cabo las medidas legales necesarias.

The Devil's den; a notorious hangout for high school seniors, computer geniuses and competitive gamers. And a home to the most feared hacker between the students. Not the place for an innocent young highschooler to find themselves in. Francy's oldest brother is one to be a regular and he made her swear neither she nor his other siblings would ever under any circumstances come near that place. But when Francy's cat gets into a painting accident, she rushes to her nearest brother for help, straight into the Devil's den. Only instead of her brother, she meets the Devil himself. And just so it happens he has a soft spot for cats.

Angel Gilbert is the opposite of her twin, Elena. With her blonde hair and deep brown eyes, she gives off the appearance of a saint. Cursed with being the sister of every doppelgänger, Angel has seen it all. After the tragic accident off Wickery Bridge, the Gilbert siblings chose different coping mechanisms. Jeremy turned to drugs, Elena turned to writing, and Angel turned to not caring. Truthfully, there was never much of a change in the blonde Gilbert. She always had unbreakable walls. Her dark eyes were always dull with indifference. She was forever calm and collected, never showing emotions. She was quite and observing, seemingly all-knowing. Unlike all of her doppelgänger siblings, who had the Petrova fire, Angel was made of it. What will happen when the Salvatore brothers and the Mikaelson boys meet the blonde-haired beauty again? "Every man chooses the doppelgänger, but in the end they all regret their decision." ~Klaus Mikaelson Note: Will not really follow along with the show and will contain drug/alcohol use, mentions of sex (NO Rated-R scenes), suicidal actions, and cursing. I am in no way encouraging any of the above topics. I do not own anything, except for Angel and her plot.

En otro universo, mantuve tus sábanas tibias. Nada más. En otro universo, nunca nos conocemos. Eres feliz. En otro universo, lo nuestro resultó. O de Lilith y Nico, y cómo se destruyeron el uno al otro. "Te quieres quedar con ella." Su hermana los mira a los ojos, con el corazón roto. Su silencio es más ruidoso que cualquier posible respuesta.

"Cargar con ella era como cargar con el cielo en sus espaldas."

Cuando morí, la vida continuó. La gente lloró, rio, se casó, tuvo hijos, cantó, bailó, y logró manejar su vida nuevamente. Yo quede convertido en recuerdos.

"I'd much rather have my head between her legs than yours." *** SEQUEL TO CONTRONYM Life is never kind to the broken. Then again, aren't we all broken? I've faced the sexists, the egotistics, the rapists, the catalysts; everyone is an asshole in their own right. Sadly, I'm maxing out on how much more hardship I can take. Griffin Riley used to be my enemy and the cause of my many headaches but now he seems to be my pain medication that takes the aches away. But nothing good can last forever. Maybe we'll be the exception. A girl can hope. But between the stress, high stakes, jealousy, fights, trials, the media, school, life changing scares, and most importantly; Lacrosse, our relationship will be put through the ringer. I just hope we aren't smushed to death.

"I know I'm hot, but keep your legs closed, Mason." *** "Fuck you." I panted out at him. His mouth moved to my ear, sending a chill down my spine as he whispered. "I think the correct phrase is 'fuck me'." **** Contronym: Opposites in the same mold That's what Sylvia Mason and Finn Riley are. After moving to the highschool lacrosse capital of Connecticut to play men's lacrosse, Sylvia is faced with the pain in the ass Captain, Finn Riley. They both hate the very idea of the each other and can't even hold eye contact without making snide remarks. They both want the other gone no matter what but they also have undeniable similarities in their mannerisms. They are sheer opposites but they are also identical. He was her darkness but also her light.