"I can tell you're going to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that." Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. "Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t-shirt in between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my skin with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through me entirely. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone. THIS IS NOT MY WORK! ALL CREDIT GOES TO ORIGINAL WRITER: @H28

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Allisson Harley felt like she snapped right of a thriller novel. The sixteen year old beauty was far from perfect. She was a victim of domestic violence that made her an orphan and left her with horrible scars. Sixteen year old Hunter Vaughn was a golden boy whose life was once perfect.Handsome, rich and with a genius IQ, he felt that there were was nothing he couldn't do. But a tragedy took away his perfect life... along with the gift of sight. When they met, they were both running away from their nightmares. Though Hunter was blind, he looked past Alice's scars and saw how beautiful she is. She was his angel. He was hers. Hunter went away with a promise that once he returns, he will be capable of protecting her. But once he got his sight back, is he still willing to keep the promises he made her? Will he still look past the damage that her nightmares had caused her? Or will he go back to his perfect life and leave her in the hands of a new angel who took his place when he left?

Strange things have been occuring in the Miller house lately. Writing on walls, children's laughter and footsteps throughout the house, doors opening and slamming shut by themselves and even the record player which hasn't worked in years found itself playing strange music. Who or what is haunting the Miller's house? Are they safe? Why is their house the one being haunted? Can they get the spirits out of their house before someone gets hurt?