"Won't you join the bath with me?" I tilt my head feigning innocence. He raises a brow coming closer leaning into me. "And why should I?" "Because..." I drift off moving closer exposing my foamy chest. "Your fiancé is requesting to share a bath with you." I place my hands on his chest tracing his tattoos before drifting past his stomach keeping eye contact with him the entire time. "I promise I don't bite." I smile coyly. He grabs my chin firmly tilting it closer to his face. "No but I do." He flashes his canines. ★ Syere after committing suicide finds herself being married off to a god who just so happens to be the king of the underworld. Three months. Only three months to make her fall in love with him...or else. ★ cover done by me ★

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

✓ "The day he lost his mind was the day he lost his heart." - He's a broken-hearted artist who's just left rehab with nothing but the clothes on his body. She's chosen living life waiting tables in a nearly bankrup café instead of going further on her career. He abhors the possibility of ever loving again and she doesn't even try to. But when their paths cross, their point of view might be changed. Because they don't really know how tough dealing with absence can be.

Evie Jones was seemingly in tact. Her life was a representation of perfection. Niall Horan was seemingly self-assured. His life a representation of indifference. On the outside, they were ideal; in no way flawed. But that was the outside- A mirage of falsity. Evie and Niall were platonic. An innocent friendship between two neighbours. But what happens when the outside walls begin to crumble and their built up perfections vanish? Will they step away? Or will they find love and stay? Niall Horan AU - this is fiction. *NOT TRANSLATING* This story will deal with issues that may cause personal triggers - depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders. If you struggle with any of these things, don't hesitate to talk to someone (a professional). You are loved and have a purpose.

A short story about when your mind rebels against your heart. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018. ©

Grace: you don't have a penis Louis: then explain thIS and image then shortly popped up Grace: that's your finger © potato-chip, 2015

What happens when a twist of fate causes a weekend getaway to go terribly wrong? © copyright 2012 hahahakris

England has become a place of a desolate and deadened humanity, due to Vampires overthrowing the originating government, reigning for two hundred years since. The King and his Lords have devised a new strategy of gaining the type of Bloodlust that they desire. These women will be discovered in a more brutal way, taken and sold as they find fit. Lord Harry has fallen into a dark pit of unhappiness and misery since his first and only love, Lola was killed two hundred years ago by Vampires. No one knows of his true memories, or the factor of his hatred towards his own kind. He merely goes along with their plans, remaining a very cold and detached being. He contributes to these new plans of discovering a Bloodlust, and somewhat feels open to finally possessing one of his own. During the auction of the year, 2214, Lord Harry seems to have finally found just the right one whom he had been looking for. But he didn't expect to have to fight for the right to have her. --- Chart Achievements: - Vampire #193

"I'm caged in this place where I forget who I am and I'm expected to apologize for being insane. What are you going to do? Beat me? Starve me? Kill me? Go on, I'm waiting." -- Eccentric: (not to be confused with insane) A person of unconventional or slightly strange views and behaviour on the scale from minor to extreme. Not like the rest of society and will never be. ©ECCENTRIC2015-2016. All Rights Reserved.