*Mature Audiences* The Black Swan, Odile, known for being a sensual, dark figure in ballet. Odette, the White Queen, known for being pure and innocent. Odette Graff, better known as her stage name Odette Ricci, must fulfill the role of the Black Swan. If she wants her name to go down in history like the longstanding line of Ricci dancers before her. Her simple nature may be her downfall, or so she thinks. That is, until the rude, annoying man came into the Company. He despised her in the beginning because of a dark memory in the past, but he offers his services. The two have a history that she doesn't even know about. Lies, family secrets, sex, deception, betrayal, and past demons all entangled her life and sweep her under. Will Odette lose her own inner White Queen? Or will she become black hearted like the women before her? Will Harry Styles truly corrupt her like he planned for his own revenge or will he end up discovering her sweet nature is what he really wants? Who truly is... The Black Swan? If all truths come out, who will be left to take a bow? Copyright ©writetospeak 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED This story will be aimed at mature readers, contains: alcohol, drugs, and sexual content.

College student Cara Sanders has lived a tough life but keeps her head up all the same. One night at a bar, Cara and Vic Fuentes meet on unlikely terms. Vic is immediately interested in this girl, but Cara isn't so sure. She hasn't let a boy near her since the incident with her alcoholic of a father. Now, falling for Vic in ways she couldn't imagine, she is faced with her worst fear: her abusive father has been released from prison, and is looking for her and her mother. Not only had the man scarred her for life, but he has threatened her with much more than just abuse this time. Vic, on the other hand, swears to Cara he will protect her with his life.

I should be living my life like every second was my last, Not wishing it was, But when I'm with her, I forget the difference.

A reflection. Do you like yours, love yours or hate yours? There's many people in this world who dislike theirs, not because of the physicality that they see in a mirror, but because they know what's lurking behind the eyes that stare. So much can be seen in yourself from your own pair of eyes, things that others don't seem to see. Do you know why that is? That's because no one knows you better than you know yourself. A pair of eyes could seem so kind, warm and innocent to the world, but only yourself could know the true darkness behind them. There's one person in this world who knows exactly what I'm talking about. He knows the infuriating, angering feeling of the painful suffering he experiences when his own eyes meet his reflection's. Deadly, severe, menacing: is what he sees. Everyone who looks into them simply see a bright pair of ocean eyes. Blue. That's all they see. But only himself knows he's drowning in the tidal waves of their deep ocean. And no one cares enough to notice, to help, or to save. Until her. She used to think fire was more murderous than ice. Little did she know, that would all change at first glance. She saw the eyes, she noticed their blue, she stared for a second too long, and now she knows that there's no going back. He'll claim her. ~If I take a step away from him, he takes a step closer to me. If I run, he'll find his way back.~ ~I'm trying my goddamned hardest to not act on the ache I'm feeling to place my lips on hers, just to have a little taste, because I don't want to appear as some sex-driven teenage boy who just wants to claim her body. Because I don't. I want to claim her heart.~ *Mature content: Strong language, aggressive behaviour, sexual content etc.* Note: Don't skip past the prologue. A bit of the dialogue or description in the first half of the book may seem slightly immature; I'll have to edit that when I get the chance. Started: 31/08/18 Completed: 02/04/19

A darker shade. A darker life. A darker heart. | SEQUEL TO BLUE | His eyes were cold, she turned them warm, but then she left, and their iciness returned. This time, it isn't a bright and obvious ice in his blue orbs, it's an obscure darkness - where a sick and threatening pain lay involuntarily behind them. He was a troubled boy, she helped him, but then she left, and his difficulties returned. Now, it isn't being called into the principal's office twice a day, or stealing a car every now and then, it's beating up an innocent man on the streets, it's forgetting his family, it's intentionally hurting HER. His heart was frozen, she thawed it, but then she left, and its stone slates returned. Before, he showed no emotion, just a hard expression that could make anyone feel intimidated if they received it. Now with his hard heart, he doesn't just show no emotion, but he executes every single one of his feelings into violence. His blue turned sapphire.

He's a serial killer. I want him to burn in Hell. So why do I love him? ~~~~~ ~I do not believe Andy Biersack would ever actually be like this/commit these crimes. This is 100℅ fiction~ ⚠ WARNING: Crude humor, violence, sexual content, gore, and some disturbing scenes. -Cat Slow updates/on hold Cover by: @SurroundedByThorns

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