In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined. * * * * * As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live. But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else. --------- Excerpt: I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow. Glowing eyes were not normal. Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal. What was I then? For that, I had no answer [[Word count: 495,000]] Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given. Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.

This book will be taken down January 1st of 2022 to be rewriten and edited! (Cover by @AlberteStoev) Turning around Im met with bright red eyes surrounded by a grey mask. He has jet black hair that swirls up and back, his face is freshly shaved but that is all I can really see. He is tall and God is he built. He looks so strong and holds so much power. I then blink and breath when my lungs finally demand air. His forehead is scrunched up as he watches me calculating. I step back "Uh I-I I'm sorry " My voice comes out shaky. He nods as he then demands "dance with me," before I can protest he has his arm around my waist pulling me close and his hand in mine as we dance across the floor. I look around to see glares from women as slowly the whole place pays attention to us. By the end of the song I could feel sparks dance across my skin around the area he is touching me, a pull in my chest forms, wanting to be closer to him, we land in front of the stairs where the thrones sit That holds the former king and queen, they watch us with a raised brow. I gasp as I look up into the mans eyes as everything stops, his head lowers towards mine, our noses pass each other and our lips meet and instantly I know. He is my mate. I don't know who he is but I'm sure he is about to let me know. He breaks the kiss as he backs up keeping me close as He rips off his mask and he growls "Mine." A growl that sends a shiver down my spine. His breath taking face comes into view. People around gasps as some yells. "The Alpha King has found his mate," I gasp. This man in front of me is Bain Alexander Remington , the King. *highest rank, #1 in Alpha, #1 in king #1 in secret #1 in werewolf #1 in hidden #2 in feature* (A/n I'm big about character development. So if you looking for a book where the main character and love interest fall in love in the 5th chapter this isnt it. Any how thanks for reading! Much love!)

I do not own "The Alchemist" or any of its characters or anything. It belongs to Paulo Coelho. This book was created to gather or write down all my favorite quotes and excerpts in one place. Currently . . 1st in Paulo Coelho 1st in spiritual journey 21st in excerpts 38th in quotes

Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. But when identities are revealed and secrets are exposed, will Keeley's feelings remain? Available in bookstores now! Look for it under its new title, TEXTROVERT.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

acrophilia. noun. (uncountable) a love of heights. "For your information, some people actually enjoy heights and are not suicidal. I was just appreciating the view, enjoying the wind. I was actually enjoying life until you ruined the moment," he spits, carrying so much resentment that Jaebeom actually feels sorry. "I... I'm sorry. You just... looked like you wanted to jump." "You should've thought better before ruining my perfect moment and throwing me to the ground, which by the way, hurts like hell. Ass." (...) When Jaebeom's life is going down, he meets a strange boy who turns his world upside down. /crossposting on AO3/

For all of her life, Cara Stryker had been sheltered in the comforts of her home, and lived in complete discipline under her mother's strict rules. But finally reaching the age of freedom, at eighteen years old, Cara deliberately goes off on a trip to London she knew her mother would never agree on. Things take a turn for the worst when she discovers the influx of crime, a dangerous gang leader, and getting lost in London. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "Cara?" he tested the name on his lips. "Do you know who I am?" I shook my head. The man in front of me had black hair, and dark eyes that held no mercy. They weren't hazel, nor tan. Not even brown. They were dark, too dark to predict a color. "You will," he said to me. "After the next hour and a half you will." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ © Copyright at Muses_ . All rights reserved. A C T I O N - - - - #10

ملاذ لقد كانت الشمس التي اشرقت و اضاءت الغروب,محت الظلام واشعت بالنور ,املست الطريق وابعدت المطبات ,دفعت السيء واحضرت الجيد كانت كالملاذ ,المنزل الذي يحوي المرساة التي تهدئ جاءت دخيلة و اصبحت باقية تموضعت في القلب وتربعت فيه "اسمعيني جيدا هذا ليس انا ,ولن اكون ,انسي كل هذا هذا وتخطي هذا من بعدها" في هذه اللحظة وخدت نفسي متموضعة على صدر صلب ورائحه رجولية مختلطة برائحة سجائر تخللت حواسي مسكرتني و يد تطبطب على ظهري وهن احسست بالامان و اغلقت عيني وشعرت بالهدوء ,الدفئ ,الحنان مع يد ملساء تداعب فروة راسي لقد هدات

Jack Reacher. A man with nothing to lose. A man with nothing but a toothbrush in his pocket and the clothes he wears. A man with an urge to do good and bloody minded curiosity. A short but exciting one shot that explores reachers desire to always do the right thing.