"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

"Wake up and smell the roses," She told herself one morning. As if nothing would ever go wrong. Padding barefoot down the stairs and slowly outside, did she ever realize how wrong she was to do this... especially when what lay by the roses.. a black feather, and a note not far from it. "Remember, he's always behind you." -D She felt the breath freeze in her throat. She knew who's writing it was... and he wasn't some fairy tale character. ***** Life could've been simple for Kori. But everything was far from simple. Learning you've met the infamous Death atleast once from an NDE when you were twelve, and to think you'd left Death behind. Or so she thought. When Kori discovers something else, someone else, who may be far more sinister than the Soul Reaper himself she decides how she must live. Because whatever follows her, wants her and her alone. **Cover By @TheUnbrxken** **COPYRIGHT 2015©** **ALL RIGHTS RESERVED**