Once Elain and Azriel find out they fell in love with each other, they go at it as if it was there all along. They keep it a secret, but right after they promise, disaster falls. --- ALL PICTURES ARE FOUND ON GOOGLE AND CREDITED TO THEIR OWNERS ---

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

(Previously known as: The Life of the Bullied) ~How can you say you love someone, when you can't even love yourself?~ "I love you, Sarah Emilia Hall." "I-I think you should leave." I could literally see the life drain out of his eyes when I said that, his arms falling limply to his sides as he backed up, stepping down a couple steps from me. I don't know what possessed me to say that when he was so vulnerable and obviously telling the truth, but I couldn't tune out the voice inside my head screaming he couldn't love a fat cow like me. He couldn't love someone so useless, someone so ugly. "I-yeah. I think you might be right. I-I'll talk to you later." James practically ran down the stairs, not turning around once as he left the house, the only sound left of him was the slamming of the front door. **** Sarah Hall is the fat girl. Having people, let alone her ex-friends tease, ridicule, and insult her every day she's bound to have trust issues. Although she tries to blend into the crowd, pretend she's as invisible as she seems, her life is quickly interrupted when James Black waltzes in like he wasn't there every day when she was bullied. And it doesn't help that she has sporadic bursts of the confident girl she once was coming in every now and then. James Black is a popular boy. Tattoos, star soccer player, the center of the popular crowd. He doesn't care what anyone has to say or think about him, but when his attention is captured by one particular beauty he's bound to have some selective words for those who bully her. Yeah, he has a thing for the fat girl, the only thing is now getting her to have one for him. Find out what happens when they meet, and what exactly happens when the fat girl and the popular boy get together. Highest Ranking: #44 in Teen Fiction, October 4rth, 2016

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

I curled under the jungle gym and cried my eyes out. Suddenly a shadow hovered over me. I looked up saw a boy about my age staring at me with a Unknown expression. He bent down and wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumbs. I immediately stopped crying and looked into his bright Emerald eyes. "Why are you crying?" He asked and I looked down. "Because I know that'll never make friends here" I said quietly. He was quiet for a minute before finally speaking up. "I'll be your friend" he said quietly while looking into my eyes. I smiled a toothy grin. "Really!?" I asked and he nodded his head. "You'll be mine" ~~~~ Ranked # 2 in Werewolf on 7/13/17 Beautiful cover made by: kaori_nakahodo STARTED: JUNE 28, 2015 FINISHED: AUGUST 22, 2016 EDITING: ON GOING

You did something wrong and now you are in Sword and Cross an internee/reformatory where phone are prohibit and uniforms are black clothes but in the weekend you can wear whatever you want

troye and connor meet for the first time and exchange numbers, soon finding out that their more alike then they thought.

A Fallen by Lauren Kate fanfic My name is Lilith. Already running away when you've only just heard my name? Well, I don't blame you. I can't deny that I'm evil, and you wouldn't believe me if I said I wasn't. What, with that whole story about me just sweeping off and leaving Cam told in 'Torment'? Along with the fact that I'm 'oh so evil to poor little Luce' in the very same book? Well, I guess this book is about just reasoning with you, and showing you how the Evil Redheaded Lilith is not like that out of her own decision. For a little like Lucinda Price, I have my own little chain of doomed immortal romances. Many have tried to fly me away, but every one of them has died the same way. Just because I was the first female to exercise free will, and The Throne didn't like it.

A Fan-Fic of Fallen by Lauren Kate turned into something happy.