"Didn't you say that you were utterly disgusted by Gangsters? ", Katherine asked. "It's hard to resist a gangster who is a good man", I replied with a smirk. ---------------------- If you ever had the option of choosing any one of your parents, which one would you choose? Your Mom or your Dad? Given that your father is a gangster. Add to that the fact that your mother lied to you about your fathers death for the past 17 years and the only time she told you the truth had been the final moments of her life. Just to add a cherry to the already full-to-the-brink ice-cream, is the truth that your father killed his own wife for your legal custody and is practically holding you hostage. Put in your seatbelts and allow me, Alayna, to take you on a ride through my rollercoaster of a life. P.S:- Did I mention a smoking hot Gangster? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How can you believe him? He's not even your own blood like me! He's not your family!", I yelled as I looked at my bodyguard and then at my ridiculously calm father. "Blood is what makes you related, like you and me. But loyalty is what makes you family, Princess", he replied.

Moony. Wormtail. Padfoot. Prongs. Their adventures were the stuff of Hogwarts legend. But there are untold stories, stories that only the four of them know. Come along and discover the true tale of the Marauders of Hogwarts... #Wattys2016

Highest Rank in Poetry: #18 This is a collection of poems and prose that I wrote. Inspired by Lang Leav's Memories, The Universe of Us and other works of hers. Enjoy :))

Fauns dancing around fires. Griffins soaring high. Unicorns galloping across wide fields and centaurs battling giants. These are things Amelia Cromwell sees every day. She doesn't know how they happen or why she sees them but every time she looks through a rain covered window or at a patterned wall, they're there. Does she feel crazy and odd about these sensational images? Absolutely. It feels like something is missing in her life, but what? Now that her father has gone off to war she has to stay at the beautifully empty mansion of Professor Kirke. When four siblings arrive at the mansion, Amelia's life is thrown upside down. With an irritable boy, an emotional little girl and two protective older siblings, life could not have suddenly become more complicated. Throw a mystical land and magical creatures into the mix, and the result is confusion, anger, hope and love. Edmund Pevensie seems ready to grind Amelia into a million pieces, but when she is his only comfort and last hope in a land where nothing is familiar, could love bloom in the depths of his shadowed heart? ****************** "Yes. I'm not ready to die yet. There's still so much I have to do..." "Like what?" He sighed, "I've always wanted to sign up for the army - to help us win the war so that other children don't have to be separated from their parents like we were. I need to see my dad again, make sure he's okay and not dead with a bullet in his chest. I have to... apologize to Peter for being a complete arsehole of a brother. I have to tell Susan that I'm really thankful for her making sure I'm okay, even when I was so rude to her. I have to tell Lucy that despite all the problems we had as brother and sister, I love her... I love all of them... more than they know..." Amelia heard a single sniffle as he tried to wipe away the tears at his eyes by rubbing his head against the fabric on his shoulder. "We'll get out of here, Ed, you'll be able to tell them all. I'll make sure of it."