Coraline Smith, turned into a vampire and demon. The savior of the prophecy, but maybe the prophecy has some little secrets hidden.

in which a girl with an unhealthy love for starbursts and a boy whose hair has been accidentally dyed purple meet at a pharmacy and end up trapped

Trinity was an ordinary teenage girl. She wasn't one of the popular girls, but wasn't looked down on, either. She was just sort of there. Boys had never really shown any interest in her, skipping over her like she was just another brick in the wall. But when Trinity starts sending letters to an imaginary 'Mr.Perfect', she gets more than she bargained for. When it turns out that the address she was sending them to is real, she is roped into situations she would never have imagined. Attracting the attention of a rather dark, dangerous boy who seems to know more about her than she does herself, Trinity would soon realise that her idea of 'Mr.Perfect', isn't so perfect after all. But there was no going back.

BOOK 1 rain against their glass windows, scary movies and looking into each others eyes was their favorite things. He loved her as much as she did for him, but it's not always like this... there's bad boys, fighting & murder. highest rank #1 Fanfiction #6 Short Story ↘↘ [NOTE: WARNING: OF VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE] WARNING; just a small heads up, I wrote this story in grade 8, I'm in grade 10 right now almost grade 11 so bare with me when I say there is plenty spelling errors and stupidity in this story. [wattys 2013] [©Newyorkstorms]

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

Isabelle 'Bells' Ryan is overly sarcastic, spends too much time shut up in her world, reading and finding comfort in non existent characters from countless of books, studying into late hours at night and trying to control her recurring anxiety. Isabelle's learned to put up walls around her, protecting her from everything that's hurt her. Having a very stressful mother and a severe problem with hating the world and every person within it, Isabelle likes do things her own way; alone. Until it happened. Accepting a dare made by her friends as a way to make Isabelle "live a little", she is forced to write a letter confessing a secret nobody knows about her, and leave it somewhere to be found. Nobody must know who wrote the letter, or who it was delivered to. But the unexpected happens when she founds out a complete stranger replied to her letter, and she begins to know more and more about this strange yet charming person who is more like her than anyone else. _________________________________________ Highest ranking: [#60 Humor] All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. In other words, use, copy or steal any part of this book and I will cut you. Copyright (c) 2014

Niall Horan is the guy Lily has always wanted. In her eyes, he's perfect. But will she ever get a chance with him?

[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles