Three A.M. It was three A.M. and Reyna still had not seen Thalia all day. It had started normal enough, she had gotten up, gotten dressed, and found a note pinned to the fridge saying that Thalia had gone out to get groceries. That was Thalia for, "We ran out of waffles," so Reyna just went out for lunch with her sister like she had planned. Now it was Three A.M. and Reyna was prepared to ring the other girl's neck if she did not come home soon. She wasn't answering her phone, and she had only answered her texts with 'I ran into a friend, be back late,' which could mean anything from, she had found a stray dog, or she had been kidnapped. Three A.M.

Jace always knew there was something odd about her. Where ever she went, death followed. But what she didn't know was that he actually did. Or... did he? Maybe it was actually her all those times because who are we kidding, she's the one and only daughter of Death. She might be capable of anything.

Dear Percy. I can hear you. [ sequel to Hey Annabeth. Please read that first or this won't make much sense]

❛ あなたは私の母ではない ! ❜ ❨ in which pyxie spams you. ❩ ❛ YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER ! ❜

He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.

To me, Peter Pan always seemed like he can get any girl's interest. After meeting him for the first time, I have decided that my fate didn't belong to him. Peter, untainted by my rejection, took it as a challenge. A game, if you prefer. 10 days for me to fall in love with him which meant 10 days for him to prove himself to me. If I didn't reveal any feelings towards him by then, I was granted access off the island. But if I caved in to him, I, Amber Hawthorne, would never leave Neverland ever again. One problem, everyone knows that Peter Pan never fails. {FINISHED, BUT EDITING}

"For as long as I can remember I was born with a gift. A gift that allows me to speak to the dead." "So you can see me?" "Yes." Alice Jones is a normal seventeen year old girl, except she isn't that normal. She has the special gift of being able to speak to the dead. On one night she is approached by a spirit and on that night her life changes forever.

Before Regina Mills became The Evil Queen, she had a daughter. A beautiful little princess with brown eyes and hair like her mother. She named her after the girl's father whom Regina had lost not a long time before. Her name was Daniella. But Regina never got to see her grow up. Her first steps, first words. She missed everything. Why? Because Regina thought her daughter was dead. Years later they meet again.

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."