"I hate you." I sniffle, my unleashed tears burning behind my eyes and threatening to spill over. "No you don't. In fact, it's quite the opposite, isn't it? At least, that's what you admitted just a few second ago." He smirks at me, his long legs striding over to me at a painfully slow pace, his cat-like eyes watching me with obvious amusement. "I do." I glare at him. "I hate you because you won't listen to me when I tell you how much you mean to me. I hate you because every bit of hurt I feel is because of you. I hate you because your more freaking pretty than I am, and I'm the girl!" my sniffles become louder as I continue. "I hate you because your perfect - too perfect. I hate you so freaking much because everything I've ever wanted is you!" "You don't mean that." 'See?" I point out. "You deny everything - every single thing! You care for me as much as I care for you, don't you?" I wipe my nose with the back of my hand. "Your just in denial." "I'm not in-" Life is seriously screwed up when the woman has to make the first move. So, being the confident and sexy woman I am, I strut over to him with a determined glare, my stance tense and rigid. And before I give myself - or him - the time to back away, I step onto his toes to give me a height-boost and grip the sides of his face, bringing his head down to my reach and crushing my lips against his. And that, lady's and gentleman, is how you kiss a vampire. ~-~ Meet Nicole Rosabelle. A witty, passionate, cunning, confident, adventurous, red-head. To her, vampires only exist on a sheet of white paper that belongs in a book at the library. But even though these mythical creatures don't exist in her world, she can't help but be undeniably fascinated by them. But isn't that like every other vampire-addicted female? Perhaps not. When Nicole meets dark and brooding Abe Parke, things take a twist in her already not-so-normal world. ~-~ Copyright©

"Tell me THE TRUTH!" Valentine Dumbledore is back for another year at Hogwarts. However, everything is closing in on her with epic speed. The shadows of a war are catching up to her and the words of the prophecy are suffocating her. Dwelling on the past is utter agony when one can see the future. Past demons are running after her and the lies told before will do anything to be brought to light. "Lie to me then." No one is safe. No one is sound. Everyone will die and death will be bound. "I don't love you. Not at all. Not even a little bit. I feel nothing for you." Someone wants her dead. Someone wants to stop her from upholding the words of the prophecy. Someone.... Someone wants Voldemort to come to power. "LISTEN TO ME! SOMEONE!" "No one's listening. No one's coming. No one's wondering where you are. No one gives a shite." With Tom Riddle getting closer and closer to becoming Lord Voldemort, Valentine wants nothing more than to hide huddled under a blanket and watch the world drown. She was drowning every day, why not give the world a taste of its own medicine. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!" Tom Riddle is her undoing. Tom Riddle is the man she loves. Voldemort killed her parents. Voldemort killed her sister. "YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS! YOU! YOU DISGUSTING, FILTHY GIRL!" "I didn't do anything to you!" "You did everything and nothing." She's all alone. She's depressed. She's weak. She's broken. .... She's demonic. "Harry, Moma loves you. Dada loves you..... Harry be safe..... Be strong." "I'll never love you." Book 2 in the Demonic Series.