Peter Parker has been raised by hydra.On his 1st birthday he was taken from his parents and aunt and uncle and they were killed trying to get him back but at the age of 8 S.H.E.I.L.D found him. so after being trained and tortured by hydra he is being raised by S.H.E.I.L.D 's most elite agents so by the age of 16 he is a deadly assassin with spider like powers Disclaimer: I do not own any character's ENJOY 😛☺😁

Irina has always been on top of things, no matter how crazy her life is. In college, working two jobs, and then decides to have a baby in the mist of it all. In the process of this pregnancy, Irina finds out the donor is a werewolf, that her best friend was never truthful, and her life was a lie. She alters her life to understand the ways of a werewolf, and to protect her unborn child. As enemies came to kill her, to destroy what she is carrying, she escapes death by killing someone else. Within that night, something strange happens. She finds out, she's a werewolf along with much more.

❝Only three things are infinite: the universe, human stupidity, and my hate for Damon Salvatore; and I'm not even sure about the universe.❞ In 1864, Clara Forbes, daughter of Sheriff William Forbes, was engaged to the eccentric Damon Salvatore. They were deeply and recklessly in love, regardless of the consequences and not caring that their fathers were ashamed of them. In 1864, Katherine Pierce arrived at Mystic Falls. Mysteriously, Clara died. More than one hundred years later, Clara Forbes returns to Mystic Falls, and she's not ready for what the town she once called home will throw at her. One of those things is finding out that Damon Salvatore is still alive. OC x THE VAMPIRE DIARIES S2 - S3 BOOK ONE OF THE CLARA FORBES TRILOGY THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED.

My life changed completely once i turned twenty one. My friends and i went out to celebrate my special day but i didn't realise it would be the last time i would see them. I was kidnaped and treated like a slave by a very mean and abusive Vampire that's right a vampire i didn't they existed i thought stories of vampire were only told to scare us of a night time. But this Vampire wasn't just your ordinary Vampire he was the Vampire prince. My friends and family would never get to see me again. I’ve seen my family and friends from a distance when they held a funeral four months after i was kidnapped. They thought i was dead only because Casper took some of my blood and spread it through an abandoned cabin along with some hair and clothes. Six months after i was kidnapped Casper started to become nice he would treat me like a princess and tell me how beautiful i was. I began to fall in love with my kidnapper was it wrong of me to fall in love with him? Was it wrong to agree to marry him after everything he put me through? "What are you going to do Crystal?" I screamed at myself in the mirror.

A jolt. A small hitch in the rhythmic beating of my heart. Dèjà vu didn't even begin to describe it. ... My heart stopped, my breath jostled forward, shock rippling through my system. It happened again. For a few precious seconds my mind froze up and, together with my body, went into a complete lockdown. It was the same each time I saw him.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

Seilauna wakes up, unable to remember anything, only to discover that vampires are real and her world is vastly changed.

When Kayla was 10 her parents died. She's been in St. Peter's orphanage ever since. She finally got adopted at 16 and thats when her life started to get interesting.

Gwen's just waiting in disgust for the day she'll get bought by a vampire. The day she'll get a master of her own like all the other humans who have been sold. ~ The Pet Shop is founded and run by vampires, who take whoever person - human - they want from their homes to sell. Unfortunately Gwen was one of them at the early age of 15. Three years later she still hasn't been bought. ~ So the question is; Will he be a good one or a bad one?

"My, my, love. Are you sure you want to leave such a cruel world behind?" Far beyond the horizon, clouds gathered-throbbing, budding, menacing. Time was slipping through their fingers. "What can be worse than this?" A slow, wicked smile split his face in two. Oh how delightfully wild he looked! So wild, so dangerous. He stretched out a hand. She took it without hesitation. And that, dear friends, is how she dug her own grave. #book1 in the cursed artefact's series This is a Rewrite of Demetre!