Sequel of Lovers, Or Just Friends. Life is going great for Adrianna, Sammie, Arielle, Marquis, and Vontae'. Their relationship will be tested, will they stick through all the problems ? Will they give up on their relationships ? The biggest question is can they rebuild their Trust &' Faith ? All Copyrights Reserved ⓒ 2013 Ayo_Nishaa

NOTE: This is a somewhat AU story. Tate is not necessarily tied to just Murder House - it will be explained fairly early on why this is so be on the lookout. This may seem like your typical Tate story and it is at some parts but there is so much more to it as well especially later on). Sixteen year old Jade Song and her mother move to Los Angeles to help with her elderly grandmother. She meets a young boy named Tate - who is dead unbeknownst to her - at the tag sale next door. Here, he sells her an antique necklace with a history supposedly tied to her house. As weird things begin to happen in the house and Tate seemingly follows her wherever, she begins to question if the necklace is involved somehow. Tate is seemingly sweet but secrets about him eventually begin to unravel as do many revelations about Jade herself and even her family. How will Jade handle the tumultuous events in the house hold? Will she and Tate be together forever, as promised? What role do the secrets play? "I don't want you going near that girl, Tate." I felt my mother creep behind me in her silk robe as I watched Jade walking around her back yard, adorned in a white dress against the dark trees, casting even darker silhouettes on the ground. "But - " "No buts, Tate," my mother asserted, pointing a finger at me. "She's too pure. You will not bring Hell upon that house."

"Nummer 113", drang es verzerrt aus den alten Lautsprechern, die an den Wänden hingen. Ich blickte auf meinen Zettel. 113. Jetzt war ich dran. Dieser Auftritt entschied über meine Zukunft. Über mein Können. Dieser Auftritt bedeutete mir alles. "Nummer 113", drang es erneut aus den Lautsprechern. Ich atmete tief durch, stiess mich von meinem unbequemen Stuhl ab und streckte einmal meine Arme durch. Bauch rein, Brust raus. Bauch rein, Brust raus, wiederholte ich in Gedanken, während ich die Tür vor mir aufstiess. **** #146 in FanFiction 31.03.2017 #46 in Cameron 27.03.2020

•~•~• Bestehend aus Licht und Wärme. Perfektioniert durch das Annehmen einer menschlichen Form, langes Training und lebensgefährlichen Prüfungen. Nur um zu sehen, ob es möglich ist. Ob sie in der Lage ist menschliche Gefühle zu spüren. Zu handeln wie es ihr vorgeschrieben wird und Dinge auszuführen, zu denen ein normales Mädchen niemals in der Lage wäre. •~•~•