The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Three children realize they're trapped in the basement of a crazy woman who claims to be their mother, and forces them to call her "Mommy". __________________ created February 4th, 2017 IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Veronica froze, paralyzed, her biggest fear having come back to life right in front of her. She remained still and didn't dare glance up at him, she was sure she'd seen him come in a few times before but most of the time she would brush the incident off as her imagination or her mind wandering off too far. [ Note this entire fic was for fun and fairly rushed, I usually wrote shitty chapters at 3 AM and rarely edited them, it's a work of crappy fiction w/ no proper plot line ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

This is not a ‘boy saves the girl’ type of story. This is anything but that. No boy can save a girl like Ana Shaw. She is saveless. Ana Shaw has had a rough three years. After a traumatic experience when she was fifteen, she has been in and out of mental hospitals in hopes of trying to make her whole again. Now, after multiple suicide attempts and then a full year of recovery, Ana finds herself back in a patient facility, surrounded by other mentally unstable people. But really, what's wrong with wanting to die? After everything that she's been through, it's totally understandable that she wants to end her life. However, everybody around her is determined to keep her alive no matter what she wants. Will they succeed or will Ana slip through their fingers once and for all? With the help of a few people at the mental rehabilitation center that she is staying in, Ana fights to find reasons to live before it's too late.

Samuel Brandt woke up with his thoughts written all over his body. His brother woke up with his head missing. His sister woke up to find that her skin would crack open unless she stayed in water. All of the other children in the secluded Iowa town of Oak Knoll woke up having undergone strange transformations. Now, they are all forced to live at 407 West Marshall Street, the mysterious house outside of town. With the new name of The Boy with Words for Skin, Samuel wants nothing more than to hide from his new life. He painfully and unpredictably sheds his skin, there is a Voice in the entryway closet that is often cruel, and-perhaps worst of all for a naturally shy boy-the other children look to him as a leader. As his seven-year-old brother struggles with their new life, as terrifying growls start to come from the pitch black basement, and as his feelings for a girl begin to grow, The Boy with Words for Skin realizes that he wants to change. He wants to put others first, learn from his peers, and let himself hope that things will get better. The Boy with Words for Skin is the first book in the 407 West Marshall Street series. Each book will advance the story but be told from a different character. Book 2 will be The Girl without Eyes.

When Wybie is sucked into the Witch's Well by the Beldam, Coraline realizes the ghost children were right and her fight with the Beldam is not over. She must go and help Wybie, but it could cost her dearly, and with someone close ready to betray her, nothing is as it seems. I don't own the characters in this story. I created Mrs Bell to fit one part, but apart from her the characters don't belong to me.

-Wrote this book when I was about 12 years old.🤣 and recently just regained access to this account. Perhaps a rewrite or a more well thought of plot to proceed. Let's see. Annabelle Adams is an eighteen year old teen who's treated as an outcast at school just because she doesn't fit in to a specific social category, just because she's slightly different but being different is a good thing, unlike others she's not afraid to speak her mind or stand up for herself. In fact, she'd much rather rock a bruise or a busted lip, instead of heels and perfectly manicured nails. Everything seems normal and all she currently struggles to deal with is school, her lack of interest in making new friends and her sometimes absent mother. The rest of her problems she'd much rather forget about whilst indulging in a piece of chocolate cake. That is until she's kidnapped by the schools very own bad boy. Chris Kingsley the schools most attractive, hot headed troublemaker has a new found interest in our young Annabelle, but why? What makes her different? What makes her so special? One things for sure, his got a secret and apparently so does everyone else she thought she knew and she soon realises that sometimes even those closest to you, turn out to be your worst enemy. As this one event suddenly throws Annabelle into a whirlwind of chaos will she be able to handle what's coming her way? Or will she fall victim to whoever's made her their prey.