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

Jag sitter under ett paraply. Det snöar. Men jag skriver. I väntan. På att solen ska. Gå ner.

"Du är ny." Det var inte en fråga. Jag nickade. "Ännu ett freak." "Vad för slags? Ser du spöken eller tror du att du har en annan person inom dig? Eller är du bara lite för ledsen för att dina föräldrar inte ska bli oroliga?" Blicken, som jag tidigare hållit stadigt fäst på vattnet framför mig vacklade till och landade på honom i några få sekunder. "Varför vill du veta?" Han ryckte på axlarna. "Skönt att veta om jag borde vara orolig för min egen säkerhet." Jag log för mig själv och vände, av en ren reflex, bort huvudet. Ville inte ge honom bekräftelsen i att verka road av hans sällskap. Det var jag inte. Inte överhuvudtaget. "Tro mig. Jag är bara en fara för mig själv." ~.*~.*~.* ~.*~.*~.* ~.*~.*~.* ~.*~.*~.* ~.*~.*~.* ~.*~.*~.*~ I flera års tid har Alvas vardags kontrollerats av hennes ätstörningar. Tankarna begränsar och skadar såväl henne som de som står henne nära. Efter en ha vaknat upp på sjukhus tvingas hon flytta till ett stödboende för ungdomar med psykisk ohälsa. Fast bland skitiga husfasader, kontrollerad av någon annans rutiner sinar varenda droppe hopp som krampaktigt hållit sig kvar i kroppen. Tills det att hon träffar Josef. Josef med de tydliga käkbenen och de tatuerade armarna. Han med det plågade leendet och förmågan att kunna stanna tiden. I alla fall en stund åt gången. Och plötsligt blir allt annorlunda. TRIGGERVARNING! Innehåller beskrivningar av ohälsosamma tankemönster rörande ätstörningar och psykisk ohälsa.

From a homeschool to an academy of supernaturals. Not only will she be the only human in her class. She will be the best. If only she could get though it all without falling in love because a secret she keeps locked away turns deadly if it gets out.

En bok där jag samlar alla de dikter (kärleksbrev) jag byggt med hjälp av redan existerade låttitlar! Bara att titta in 💕

"I'm a psycho at the bottom of the pack, and you're a warrior built to kill. Isn't it a weird mix?" He shrugs, a wicked grin plastered to his face. "I think it's the perfect mix." ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ *Completed * Klepto is a werewolf, an omega, and exactly as her name says. A kleptomaniac. She's a compulsive stealer. So it's not a surprise that everyone in her pack despises her for her flaw. To distract herself from the constant bullying, she sticks her nose in books, dreaming of fictional worlds. Ezra, on the other hand, is a prideful lycan warrior with a desperate need for an attitude adjustment. When his team is assigned to protect a pack in the mountains of West Virginia, he is anything but thrilled. He wants power, responsibility, respect... things that don't come with being a babysitter. It's when they arrive that Ezra spots the curvy werewolf that happens to be his soul mate. In that moment he finds his entire world shifting. Klepto is a thief, and she knows just how to steal his heart. * Rated PG-13 for mild language, abuse, some adult content * Highest rankings #1 in new adult - 6/29/19 #4 in werewolf - 3/18/19 #1 in warrior - 6/24/19 #3 in lycanthrope - 6/4/18 #52 in love - 3/18/19 #5 in mates - 4/2/19 #63 in alpha - 3/25/19

Bianca är fjorton år och trehundrasextioen dagar första gången som hon träffar Kim. I Kims sällskap känner sig Bianca både trygg och alldeles geléaktig på samma gång. Kim är så häftig och snygg, och ställer inga onödiga frågor om döda mammor, ångest eller hjärtesorg. ~~~ Fristående uppföljare till "Sjutton år, trettiotvå dagar och blind". [TW: Självmord. Ätstörningar. Sex.] INGEN FANFIC! (Bianca är bara directioner ok)