"Kiss me." "What? No." "Kiss me." I pull on the collar of his shirt to bring his lips down to mine. I hear the camera click and pull away with a satisfied grin on my face. ---------- UNDERGOING EDITING. NEW UPDATES ARE SLOW. *deals with anorexia and panic attacks* highest ranking: #616 in fanfiction

COMPLETED ---- Elena was never able to settle. Not only because she was constantly moving around the world, and couldn't take the pain of leaving friends behind, but also because she had some trust issues. Now, she's finally in a stable place, here in New Jersey. She thought this experience would be no different to the last. She definitely didn't expect to fall in love. Of course not. Ethan was your typical playboy, so they said. His charm and charisma made any and every girl fall for him, Elena included. Will she be able to change him for good? Will they even survive through all the good, bad and the crazy? Of course they will. They're hopelessly devoted to each other. --- "When I met you, I felt this undeniable connection with you. Day one. It was a warm feeling, of constant butterflies and uncontrollable smiles." He smiled, as he twirled my hair around his finger. "I felt it too," I admitted, blushing. "That," he smiled, "was when I knew I was hopelessly devoted to you."

When Stiles dad turns back to his old way of drinking and starts to abuse him, Stiles doesn't know what to do. He doesn't tell anyone in hopes that it will go away. It doesn't, it never will because people like that don't change. Derek liked Stiles he had to admit he was perfect. But when Stiles starts showing up to pack meeting with bruises on his neck he has to convince himself to move on. That is until he got a call late one night that changed everything. **UNDER MAJOR EDITING**

She's not broken, she's stronger than ever Daire Argent isn't like most teenage girls. As the daughter of Kate Argent, she has been raised to hunt werewolves and other supernatural creatures. But she isn't like most hunters either, after every kill Daire cuts into her flesh. One scar for every life she took. Because the werewolves aren't the monsters. She is. Abandoned by her mother who believes her daughter to be broken, Daire moves with her aunt and uncle to Beacon Hills. Where she makes some unlikely friendships and proves once and for all that she isn't broken. Just count her scars {Season 1} Finished and currently editing