The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Alfred has been in love with kiku since the first day he saw him. However, he knows better not to be honest with him about it. Struggling with becoming his ideal body image and trying to hold back on how he feels, it has come to a point where he has to decide to give up or keep going.

In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined. * * * * * As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live. But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else. --------- Excerpt: I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow. Glowing eyes were not normal. Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal. What was I then? For that, I had no answer [[Word count: 495,000]] Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given. Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.

Życie nie jest wieczne, nawet dla personifikacji. Najlepiej wie o tym Feliks Łukasiewicz. Po zburzeniu "Żelaznej kurtyny" nikt nie widział jego ukochanego. A czy miłość jest wieczna? Czy pewien dawny znajomy zawróci Polaczkowi w głowie, a może będzie na zawsze wierny temu, któremu oddał swoje serduszko...? Moje pierwsze opowiadanie publiczne, błagam o nie bicie za wszelakie błędy. Paluszku nie zabijaj. Ważniejsze postacie raczej tylko z Hetalii.

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//I do own the cover. You can find me on tumblr if you're interested @probablynothumanish I'm better at uploading on there than I am on here, so if you're interested in this story, I try to upload on tumblr every night. Whatever happens on your skin - writing, bruises, tattoos, cuts - appears on the skin of your soulmate. Virgil never liked the idea of soulmates in general. It seemed too easy, too good to be true. He had planned on ignoring his forever, but when he finds out he has not one but three, it gets a little bit harder to ignore

Prawda o istnieniu antropomorficznych personifikacji państw wychodzi na jaw. Cały świat szaleje i miota się między szokiem a wyparciem. Jak poradzą sobie w tej nowej rzeczywistości personifikację, które nauczone były życia w ukryciu z dala od kamer i aparatów?

Six heroes from different countries, who have no idea others exist like them, are rounded up one day to be protected from the government, who issued a plan to execute all persons who seem to have powers. They stay hidden from the world, training and living otherwise normally. That is, until a mysterious villain threatens the Earth. Suddenly, society needs them, and they have to track down this villain and get rid of him. Will they succeed and it all end happily? Or will they fail and the world fall into chaos? Read to find out... I do not own any of the sides or Thomas. All other characters are completely fictional, and any resemblance to real life people is coincidental. This was inspired by a song by Leonard Cohen, and it was originally meant to be a long oneshot in my oneshot book, but, I decided I would make it into its own book. The cover was created by me. This book may include mature language and events, and possible angst. So, read at your own risk. Thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoy the book! I worked hard on it!

Wakacyjny i rozpadany lipiec. Fluff. PrusPol.