In the eyes of the alumni of Beacon Hills High School, Kennedy Martin is the picture perfect girl. She has beauty that girls would kill for, grades that over achievers strive for, and a personality that screams the definition of perfection. On the outside, her life is a fairytale to those who aspire to be anything remotely similar to her... after all, she is the cousin of suburban royalty. Her cousin Lydia Martin is the self-appointed Princess of Beacon Hills, and Kennedy just so happens to be in her court, alongside the entire lacrosse team and the snobbiest girls a town could ever dread. So, what could possibly be wrong with her seemingly perfect life? Well for starters, she has a workaholic mother who hasn't acknowledged her existence since her father committed suicide eight years ago, a cousin who constantly ridicules anything she loves, and let's not forget to mention that she has a crush on the bane of her cousin's boyfriends existence... Stiles Stilinski. Her life isn't as perfect as everyone assumes, and this year... it's only going to get even more complicated. Falling isn't so bad, so long as you have someone to catch you. [ season one stand-alone / no sequel ] cover by ; @stereoids

Watty Finalist: Mystery/Thriller, On the Rise I see him vividly in my head. Him. The guy who calls himself A for whatever reason. The guy dressed in a black cloak with a hood that makes his face look like an endless sea of darkness. The guy whose voice is like velvet; so smooth; yet so deep and dark it sends chills down my spine every time he speaks. The guy whose simple words and actions are enough to send my heart into a frenzy. The guy whose black-as-night eyes captivate me day and night. The guy who enjoys teasing me and making me angry, like it's one of his new hobbies. The guy who has the power to make my legs turn to jelly in an instant. The guy whose past is so deep, dark, and bottled up that it scares me. The guy who spends most of his time stalking me; visiting me at night. The guy whose arms hold me so tight and securely. The guy who evokes feelings in me that honestly scare the hell out of me. But he's not just a guy. He's a criminal. The criminal that calls me cupcake.

“take these sunken eyes and learn to see.”

In which two teenagers, who are Hazel Grace and Augustus Waters personified, fall in love whilst reading The Fault In Our Stars. © bleached

siren /saɪə.rən/ noun 1. one of several sea nymphs, part woman and part bird, who lure mariners to destruction by their seductive singing 2. a seductively beautiful or charming woman, especially one who beguiles men

[In Progress] Here I sit alone in my basement, while my family sits upstairs as normal as can be. I constantly wait for her words to call me up, to play another one of her sick games. The bruises on my body are all from her and the tears I cry are all for her. I just want someone to save me from this hell.