[Dean Winchester kid au] "You really are Dean's kid." Warning: this was my first book, and the writing is really cringy. You've been warned.

Miranda is not a normal 18 year old girl, she is Mike Mullin's, one of the greatest hunters, daughter. Ever since she was 4, she knew the monsters under her bed were real. Her whole life changes when her father does not return from a hunt with John Winchester. She finds out she's more special than she thinks, a certain yellow eyed demon has plans for her. / / Written by M&H writing

Sparrow Oaks has been living with her older brother, Dominic, and his boyfriend, Ryan, since her mother supposedly died in childbirth. But she isn't always sure she's wanted there. And when she finds a death certificate for her mother that tells a different story, she begins to wonder exactly how many lies her family has been telling her.

Morgan Hall is your average teenager. That is if you consider having a billionaire CEO of a world renowned company as a dad and a fashion designer of one of the most famous lines in the world as a mother average. Let's not leave out her singer/actress of a sister who's taking the world by storm. Morgan was no doubt born with a giant silver spoon in her mouth, but her life isn't always as perfect as it seems. Aaron Smith, quiet and reserved, admired my many for his good looks. He doesn't seem to associate himself with many people. Which is why it's so strange when he finds himself becoming friends with the rich, little, daddy's girl...at least that's what he thinks of her. Fate and chance are at work when they cross paths one afternoon on a bus. Throw in crazy lives and secret identities, and you get one hell of a ride on the road to self discovery. What Morgan doesn't know is that one stubborn move could land her a new friend, and possibly even more. ~~~~~ "It's amazing...magical even, how hearing one song can take you back to a single moment or a series of them, just so you can live it all over again," he said. "I think that's the best part about music. It's like time travel you know? Going back to the past, or sometimes even visualizing the future...what we could be." "What about the sad moments?" I asked softly. "Nobody wants to re-live those." "Maybe not, but that's the entirety of it," he answered, raising his hand to brush away the hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear. "There's always good in the bad, and bad in the good. Balance." His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shock waves through me. "Can I tell you something?" I asked softly. The corner of his lips curved upwards in a small smile. "You can tell me anything."

It's just role playing bc I'm bored and I need friends

Insomnia and anxiety, the perfect mix of ingredients to create the septic nightmare that is a high school student. It's like there's no one to turn to in these times, especially when your lack of social experience makes everything worse.

"Your breath smells like fish." I swear if he doesn't get out of my face I will personally decapitate him. "You look like fish!" "Say that again and you'll regret it" "You look like-." "Thats it!!!!" :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Carefree, Lakers lover, and freakishly good at eating are three ways to describe the ever lovable and sarcastic, Kai Leilani. She will not take anyone's bullshit, and would rather die than see an oreo fall on the ground.If you even suggest dating to her, you'll probably never live to see another day. What happens when you throw in Alex Carrero, the new kid in town that so happens to really like annoying the crap out of her? There is only one word... Disaster

Bethany Johnson was an ordinary girl who didn't know anything about "love". Although she had been watching an uncountable number of romantic movies, she still wasn't interested to experience such. She finally entered the highschool life and started to have weird dreams about her and an unnamed man. Then, she met someone that would unexpectedly change her life, forever.

Why did I stop? I should've just kept doing what I did best. I should've just kept hating myself. But maybe- Just maybe- I could've been better. I could've done so many things. I could've done so much right when all I did, all I could see, was wrong. I don't know anything.

In the town of Loweridge Pennsylvania, strange things begin to happen. "Teenagers huh, well the prophecy saw to leave that detail out." The teens all seemed star struck at the man, unable to speak, but Angela in true fashion was the first to make her presents felt. "Excuse me, but, who the hell are you?" The man seemed unfazed by her blatant rudeness, instead he just raised a brow, sighing reluctantly. "My name is Nathaniel, and I'm your guide. ." "Our what?" Angela screeched causing everyone to squint their eyes in pain. He was about to answer when Kelsey shot with another question at him. She stepped over to him inspecting her with her eyes. "What do you mean your guide?" she breathed out. "So what are you supposed to do? What's your purpose?" Angela interjected Natheneil's monologue which he didn't like not one bit. "I am to help you train, hone your skills, gifts, curses, whatever you may call it, to help prevent the bloody apocalypse you saw in your dreams, well visions." That did it, silence fell upon them, like sudden shortness of breath. They were now tuned in, listening intently to Nathaniel. He smirked in approval, happy that he finally got them to stop talking. "Now that I have got your attention, and properly explained myself, any questions?" he said moving his arms like he was conducting a choir. Kelsey raised her hands like she was in class. "So, the things Angela saw, they were real?" Nathaniel nodded. "Everything she saw was a vision of a possible future. Which would become inevitable if you fail in your mission. . . . . . . . " #620 in paranormal out of 52.1k #98 darkfantasy our of 3.06k