Aceasta este povestea unei adolescente pe nume Lena , a carei viata este plina de pericole, dar si de momente frumoase. Ea este un vampir in slujba Reginei Vampirilor. Are mai multe misiuni, pe care le veti afla citind povestea ei.

Cele mai frumoase momente le traiesti in copilarie. Creezi amintiri pe care nu le vei uita niciodata. Ce ai face daca aceste amintiri ti-ar fi furate? La ce te vei mai intoarce?

Snow, o fata de 16 ani , cu parul blond, ochii verzi si pielea alba ca de portelan , ascunde un secret si un trecut intunecat , il intalneste pe EL un baiat cu un secret si trecut la fel ca al ei . Oare lumea le va afla secretele , le va lua speranta sau se vor alia cu cei care le seamana pentru a castiga o lupta de mult pierduta.

Intr-o zi minunata de vara

This new book of mine will be with poems about My life as An Echelon and some secrets from my first 30 Seconds to Mars concert! <3 Thanks for reading it! :*

Just one of my poems. Hope you will love it and enjoy it as much as I do.. :* The story line it's about the character Kalona from the Series of books,named: House of Night . I really love him,and I thought to make a poem about him + the elements and the story from the real books. I think it will be something special. Special thanks to the band 30 Seconds to Mars and to Jared Leto. Without their music and lyrics and songs,which inspired me when I wrote it. They helped me a lot. <3 Love you guys. <3 :* PROVEHITO IN ALTUM

"I was looking for a breath of life A little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang "no" To get a dream of life again A little of vision of the start and the end But all the choirs in my head sang "no". But I only needed one more touch Another taste of heavenly rush And I believe, I believe it so And I only needed one more touch Another taste of devouring rush And I believe, I believe it so Whose side am I on, whose side am I? Whose side am I on, whose side am I?" The lyrics are from the band Florence and the Machine - Breath of life #Wattyes2015

" Ma impiedic. Cad. Mi se inchid ochii. Incerc sa respir. Imi pierd glasul. Respir precipitat. Cred ca nu mai respir. " Ce fac daca sunt moarta? Sunt aici si cele mai ascunse ganduri ale mele sunt eliberate. Ma regasesc si imi dau seama ca poate nu sunt asa de fericita precum voiam sa par,dar daca mi s-ar da sansa sa-mi refac viata, as reface-o?