Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

her·met·ic/adjective: insulated or protected from outside influences ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Eden and her family lived their lives by trying to help others. Now that the "man of the house" was no longer home, they occupied themselves completely by helping the less fortunate. However, when the Prime Minister of their warring country requires one woman to become the mate of the Boltheed (a mysterious man who was the key to winning a timeless war), Eden must chose which is more important--saving the people she cares about most or appeasing her country.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

Money, power, glory. And impeccable beauty. 君臨 [kunrin] noun to reign, to dictate, to control. © stormborns, 2014.

England has become a place of a desolate and deadened humanity, due to Vampires overthrowing the originating government, reigning for two hundred years since. The King and his Lords have devised a new strategy of gaining the type of Bloodlust that they desire. These women will be discovered in a more brutal way, taken and sold as they find fit. Lord Harry has fallen into a dark pit of unhappiness and misery since his first and only love, Lola was killed two hundred years ago by Vampires. No one knows of his true memories, or the factor of his hatred towards his own kind. He merely goes along with their plans, remaining a very cold and detached being. He contributes to these new plans of discovering a Bloodlust, and somewhat feels open to finally possessing one of his own. During the auction of the year, 2214, Lord Harry seems to have finally found just the right one whom he had been looking for. But he didn't expect to have to fight for the right to have her. --- Chart Achievements: - Vampire #193

❝You're holding my heart captive. But you don't even know that you have it.❞ © Copyright Qveendom 2013-2015 All Rights Reserved [highest rank #50 fanfiction] !!WARNING: SLOWLY EDITING!!

WARNING: Story will heavily contain sexual/violent scenes, including: adult language, sex, violence, self harm, etc. It's the loneliest feeling in the world- to find yourself sitting down when everyone else is standing up. To have everybody look at you and say, "What's the matter with her?". I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren't really days; they're just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you're depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. That's what depression is, not sadness or tears, its the overwhelming sense of numbness and desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next. Depression is simply, yet not so simply, Desolation. My name is Brianna Rodriguez, and this is my life... before I met him. STARTED WRITING: APRIL 2014

[COMPLETED] A story that started with a roadtrip in which lots of alcohol and sex was involved but ended with much more complicated things such as love. cover made by @dissolve

He is the danger I want the most.