He killed anyone who disobeyed. Blood would forever stain his hands and soak the ground he walked on. She saved him, staining her clean hands with his blood. He was alive because of her and she would live to regret it. --- "Do you remember, my darling Aster?" "I don't know what you are talking about my Lord." "Look at me," He ordered. I hesitated, but his grip on my sides tightened. Wincing, I brought my gaze up. Scanning his face, I drew in a sharp breath. "You saved my life." highest rankings: blood #1 kings and queens #1

"Come here" he said motioning for me to step closer. I knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded me this time. That's when my legs decided to wobble themselves towards my biggest nightmare. I stopped when I was about a feet away from where he was sitting. I had to keep my hands together to prevent them from shaking too much. To make things worse, there was only this dead silence that surrounded us. Then, before I could even prosses what was happening, he grabbed my hand and brought my wrist up to his lips. I whimpered, waiting for the pain to come. "You have every right to fear me. This is going to be painful." Without warning, I felt an excruciating pain all over my body. A sharp cry escaped my mouth as his fangs ripped through my tender skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She A simple girl forcefully taken from her home and separated from her small family to serve the Royal Pure Bloods. Him The Dark Prince, the most powerful hybrid on earth. Known to the world as a monster, an abomination. A creature unable to control his powers and is trapped within his own darkness.

Sweater wearing, art loving Indigo has a problem. A totally called for problem that's as cliche as it gets, but a problem nonetheless. Indigo's the new girl of Everly Academy, school for the rich and privileged. Where newcomers are as rare as it gets. Intrigued by her sudden appearance, the notorious bad boys of Everly, the Fallen Angels, take an interest in Indigo. (You know they're bad when they have an actual name for the group other than "Those hot bad boys.") Sadly, the Angels are the schools bad boys for a reason. Their possible gang affiliations leave students and possible friends cowering in fear, no one daring to draw too close. The boys were fine with this, they don't want anybody getting hurt no matter how cold and cruel they seemed. The only exception to this appears to be sweet Indigo, who decides to befriend the Fallen Angels. The criminals the Angels routinely deal with in their dangerous after school activities are restless, wanting, no, needing another slice of the power pie. They are willing to do anything to get it, even if that means endangering an innocent girl, such as Indigo. But, Indigo has secrets of her own, secrets that may make her less innocent than others are lead to believe. Will they clash with the powers that want her dead? Who knows. Indigo sure doesn't. ___________________________________________ "WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP CALLING ME NEW GIRL?" Luca peered at me quizzically, his forest eyes filling with confusion. "Umm, maybe because you never told us your name?" "Ah, yes. That would do it." I nodded, like I didn't just embarrass myself in front of the hottest guy I've ever seen. Again. Whoops. -------------------------- I should probably warn you like a nice person and say that this story contains bad language and all that jazz. I promise it's not as cliche as it seems;)*****

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015