Hate and jealousy are the only things that tie Blake and Hayley together. That and their impressive ability in one sport. Football. They're each others worst enemies yet they are required to be on the same side. Blake's a typical, popular, rich bitch kind of girl, who thrives in power. Whereas Hayley is the new girl, not shy, but prefers to keep her life to herself. The thing is there's a thin line between love and hate. Especially when jealousy plays a factor... Even if they're both in denial of their own sexuality.

This is a diary of a 14 year old is being stalked by the devil's son. And having a strong connection with him.

COMPLETED. "What are you?" he asks, his deep melodious voice vibrating in my ears. I refuse to show him any weakness, any fear at all. I stare into those endless eyes. "I don't know..." my body is covered in shivers when he lights up in rage and punches the brick wall behind me, creating a perfect dented hole, as if the wall was made of plaster. "Don't test me, princess," he hisses, bending further in towards me. "You have no idea what I could do to you." he licks his lips, and I have just enough time to catch a glimpse of pointy teeth before a raging pain slices through my neck. ............... Emma Sanders is a seventeen-year-old girl, moving to a foreign town, one of those that you wouldn't find on a map, except maybe if you measured it by inches. But a secretive group of blood, fangs, and mystery has her attention, and it would destroy anything in its path to figure out what she really is. ............... Copyright 2014 - Sophia Kjeldbjerg No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted to anyone. It cannot be transmitted or copied by any means - such as by electronic devices, photocopies, recordings, mechanics or any other forms - without prior written permission from the author. Copying this story is a violation of the copyright law.

M A T U R E • R O M A N C E Highest Ranks So Far: #1 Hell, #6 in Incubus . . . My mouth wrapped around a portion of the elastic of his boxer, and with my teeth, I pulled down. My lips brushed against the soft, supple skin of his pelvis. He finally made a sound, his body vibrating as he let out a deep, needy groan that shook me to my pulsing core. God, the sound would stain itself in my memories. Echo in my death. I needed him. All of him. Now. Always. . . . He's just the angry incubus. She's just the sweet baker. He just wants to escape from those who want him. She just wants to be wanted. It's recipe for disaster when Zuemier is saved by the meek but sassy baker. And a catastrophe when his survival is entirely dependent on her for a week. Their initial product is a bitter mix of fury, lust, and contempt..... And maybe a pinch of love? . . . (A/N: Thanks for taking a chance on my dumpster fire ;3)