MiraBell Rose Blandford was a normal girl or so everyone thought. Her family, forced to move due to her father Marcus's job, found themselves living in a very old house near the beach. Seemingly abandoned for ages her, her mother Joyce-Anne and her brother Joey were left to clean up and repair things while her father worked tirelessly to make sure everything was paid up. Deciding to have her room in the attic Mira finds a small door in the corner. her mother says it may just be a crawl space but gives her the key to explore in there as she pleases. What did she find? Well that's the secret!

Error was sick of no one caring for him. After Nightmare sided with Ink to get rid of him, Error jumps into the Void. He woke up in a new multiverse made almost entirely of water. Learning to live and even thrive in this world will be a challenge. How will Error react to this new environment, and what about the others? Pics not mine

After being ambushed by the Star Sanses, Error is left for dead. He ran to a random au to escape feather harm. After some time, he is noticed by Cross who gets nightmare to take Error in. The forced god of destruction is finally cared for. With Error, Nightmare and his gang start building their own kingdom of control. First fic and I'm bad with descriptions. I hope you'll like it. Pic not mine.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018