❝She stood still as the priestess of Hera was saying the prayer for the goddess to bless their marriage. She was holding her future husband's hand. He was squizzing hers reassuringly, from time to time, but they were both concentrating on the face of the aged priestess. They were at the temple of Hera, at the heart of Athens. Their friends, family were looking at them adoringly from behind. It was night time. Several lamps were illuminating their faces and the room around them, their fires creating a warm light. Then, suddenly, a loud thud was heard. A frosty wind came into the dim lit room, making her chiton rustle, her upper arms freeze. A sensation took over her, it was so eerie, one she'd never felt before. Her breath caught in her throat. The large wooden doors of the temple were wide open, she saw a shadow behind them. She turned, exasperated, and looked behind her. The people she knew, she loved, she grew up with were on the ground, dead. She looked at their faces, their expressions full of terror, their open eyes lifeless. She noticed their cut open throats, their blood stained chitons. Blood was pooling around her feet, painting her toes red. She couldn't realize what had happened. But then, she turned her attention towards the person that had interrupted her wedding. Dark eyes were looking at her intensely, heavy , dark circles around them. A sword in his hand, dripping blood. His arms and his shiny armour was stained red. She turned towards her fiancé, as she trembled from fear, but he was already looking back at her with a small smile. His blue eyes full of serenity as his head started dripping down blood, over his beautiful face. And she screamed. Her voice echoing through the temple, making even the souls of Erebus shudder...❞ © all rights reserved // emily-j

❝He was like a storm. Beautiful, dark and terrifying all at once.❞ // © bradfvrds

❝No one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes, who smell like smoke, who taste like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems, and so many sad dreams...❞ © all rights reserved // emily-j

❝I saw that you were perfect, and so I fell in love with you. Then I saw that you were not perfect, and so I fell in love with you even more.❞ © 2014 All Rights Reserved - wonderrland

Possessive [pos·ses·sive ] : demanding someone's total attention and love.

"I get what I want, and I want her."

PREVIEW: So small. So innocent. The way her brown eyes hid beneath her chestnut dyed fringe revealed so much yet so little. She's afraid of me. No girl has ever answered me in an instance, they usually linger about as I rub my hands up and down their bodies enjoying the pleasure I provide. But Jess, she was different; she's a small fragile little girl who's been trapped inside her own secrets. Her eyes show pain, hurt and loneliness but her body language says different. Rated R ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cover designed by @Claaau :) Winner of the 1d fanfic awards (best Louis category) hosted by @smileforniallx ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended. © 2014 Secrets & Lies ʙʏ Louila Thomson. All rights reserved.

"Do you know who I am?" "No." "Do you love me?" "No." "Then I'll make you love me again."

Trinity was an ordinary teenage girl. She wasn't one of the popular girls, but wasn't looked down on, either. She was just sort of there. Boys had never really shown any interest in her, skipping over her like she was just another brick in the wall. But when Trinity starts sending letters to an imaginary 'Mr.Perfect', she gets more than she bargained for. When it turns out that the address she was sending them to is real, she is roped into situations she would never have imagined. Attracting the attention of a rather dark, dangerous boy who seems to know more about her than she does herself, Trinity would soon realise that her idea of 'Mr.Perfect', isn't so perfect after all. But there was no going back.

''I see it in your eyes...'' he says as he approaches me slowly. ''You see what?'' I hiss trying not to sound weak, because deep down I know he found out. ''You want me too...'' he simply says. I stare at him in shock. This can't be happening. He smirks at me, his eyes never leaving mine. ''Just say it...'' he engourages. His lips are inches away from mine now. His eyes bore into my green ones. My breathing hitches into my throat by our closeness. ''I want you...desperately.'' I whisper.