❝In which two people call up a helpline in order to find someone just as broken as they are. ❞ "Does...does it bother you that my dad's in prison for murder?" "Well, judging by the fact that I moved away from America to get away from the memory of a gun crime, I would say yes, Elliot, that bothers me quite a lot." "I...I...gun crime?" "Yes, Elliot. You are currently speaking to a survivor of one of America's many school shootings."

Ashley Martin has been through more grief than a person experiences in their entire life and carries baggage that no kid should ever entail. Tyler Miller is the school's scandalous bad boy who acts on impulse, blinded rage and will single-handedly destroy anybody who stands in his way. Then all of a sudden, they're thrown together and despite their destructive past, they're forced to overcome their differences. It's time for Ashley to stop running away from his death glares, blank stares and that spine-chilling scowl that reminds her just how little he cares. Driven by a whirlwind of secrets, a class assignment and midnight walks into the past, things should start working out. But then fate kicks in; hard-hitting and soul-crushing. It's a fight-or-flight situation, a reincarnation of her past, a chance for him to right the wrongs he did by her. A second chance is like giving someone an extra bullet for their gun after they missed you the first time round. So here's Tyler's gun. Here's Ashley's heart. And here's to their second chance, however hopeless it may seem.

Lyra learns the cost of war in a single, life-altering afternoon. Her homeland has been invaded by an ambitious new king, and she has lost everything -- her farm, her family and her will to live. Enslaved and shackled, she is marched off to serve Temris Ragnyrsbane, a ruthless warlord in the pay of the enemy. But Temris is not all he seems to be, and with him Lyra finds a chance in a million of overthrowing the tyrant who destroyed her entire life.

❝ would you mind if i hold onto you so that i don't crash ❞ in which a haunted man finds his safe haven in a girl full of dreams. book one bucky barnes post-cw au cover by me mxrvelous- © 2018

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

What has pushed you to believe taking your life is the answer? Are you really going to do it? What happens when death isn't as peaceful as you expected? What if a Reaper gives you something of an ultimatum? Witness first-hand what your death has brought to those around you, or remain wandering as a lost soul until you reach the point of insanity. "You can take your life, but what about the people around you? Aren't you taking theirs too?" Emily nearly laughed again, the idea was so ridiculous, but when she went to answer... she found she couldn't respond. What happens to them? ____________________ Author's Note: If you're looking for a sign not to kill yourself, this is it. [The Fighter's Series - Book 1] Formerly titled: Emily's Suicide Highest Ranking: #1 Paranormal

I have seven hours to tell you a story. Seven hours to explain how I got here. Seven hours to remember Dean. (Note, this will be really, really sad. No happy ending, sorry. Graphic mentions of suicide and various mental diseases. I will not put another warning in the book, read at your own risk.)

**COMPLETED** All I can remember is pain. It is the one thing that remains constant throughout the years. They want my power. They want to use me as some sort of weapon. They want to break me so they can rebuild me. I wish I could say that it will never happen, that no matter what they do I will never break, but I'm not that naïve. One day everything changed when a certain soldier got thrown in the cell across from mine.

CURRENTLY BEING EDITED "Take a good look at me now. Do you still recognize me? Am I so different inside? This world is trying to change me, and I admit, I don't want to change with it and I admit, I can't go on like this anymore." -Pop Evil S.H.E.I.L.D.'s newest agent Anastasia Vandal is recruited after her vigilante work in the south. She's anticipated her first mission since she was hired but never thought it would be something as testing and secretive as what she received. Hesitantly, she accepts the mission, understanding why she was chosen, but frightened that her past will catch up with her, and who knows how easy it is for the past to catch up with them more than the notorious Loki Laufeyson?

"What he did to you was monstrous," they kept saying that, but they weren't getting the sentence right, "They. They did it." I said back, my drained voice close to a whisper. "Okay, then, what they did to you was monstrous," they tried again, "And now I'm a monster.." I whisper.