Rose has everything a young girl would want in life... a perfect family, the perfect grades and above all she is so popular. Will Rose still be Rosey when things fall apart starting from her family? Read on to find out

'Pain isn't remotely kind in that way. Pain wants its promised pound of flesh, ounce for ounce. It won't settle until you're left with nothing but a flaky shell of who you were. The burn of betrayal and the sting of rejection hurt, but nothing compares to the pain of being empty. Nothing hurts worse than not hurting at all and it makes no sense and perfect sense at the same time and I'm convinced I'm going crazy and I'm actually okay with that.'

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.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

Darius escaped Envy's reckoning with his life, but lost much in the process. Mortal and vulnerable, he seeks a new reason for his continued existence, and may have found it lurking below the mage city of Itheria. The Sins and their immutable control are broken. The streets are bloodied by Wrath's wayward children. Magic clashes. A winged harridan descends. The King Below threatens Terrestria with destruction. Darius's quest to find redemption will lead him into the void itself, where the former Sin of Pride will be forced to decide just what he is willing to sacrifice for a world he has long ignored and the blue-eyed woman he failed to save. __________________________ Sequel to Bereft: Demise. [ORIGINAL DRAFT ONLY]

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

I have heard that the sirens sing themselves apart. highest : #50 in poetry

Highest rank: #337 in Romance #404 in Romance #509 in Romance #735 in Romance #590 in Romance #740 in Romance #738 in Romance #589 in Romance #596 in Romance #800 in Romance #812 in Romance #847 in Romance #893 in Romance #910 in Romance #979 in Romance #929 in Romance "Please fight for us. Why do I feel like it's only me who's fighting for this?" I looked at him in the eyes, waiting for his answer. "Seriously? You think I'm not doing anything in this relationship? You think I like how things turn up side down? You Know that I will do everything in this relationship just to keep you by my side." He looked away from me. "But now I guess I have to let you go..." "What do you mean?" I asked him. Fear came over me, not wanting to hear what's on my mind. "I'm sorry, I've tried and am tired with all of these... I, I can't do this anymore...I'm sorry. " Then he turned around and walked away without looking back. Something was wrong with the way he said those words, I don't know why I felt like something was holding him back. But then I let those thoughts fade as I kept on asking 'why?'.. That's when I found myself crying alone facing the sunset.

*Featured on @dangerouslove profile!* She wants him. Bad. Too bad she's still irrevocably in love with her boyfriend. The one she'll be moving in with, in a year. The one they say she killed. ~*~ Previously - Another Significant Other

HIGHEST RANK: #46 IN SCIENCE FICTION, #1 IN SUPERSTITION ~ secrets are kept for a reason ~ They had lied to everyone. They had kept secrets and hid things from the people they were supposed to protect. They thought they were doing the right thing, they thought they could fix the world but instead they destroyed it. They were given a chance to start over, they bargained lives in return for survival. The government leaders ruined everything and now was time for them to pay. Colette didn't ask for this. She didn't ask for the nightmares or the lies or anything that came after that. She wanted a normal life -- a perfect life -- and she had that until things started going wrong. Until she noticed things she wasn't suppose to notice. Then, she became aware.