"Hold me close, don't let go, watch me burn...In this Hospital for Souls." "...the one thing that is absolutely awful about being a reaper is the eyesight problems that come with it, he has decided. Even now, in the sunlight (the accursed sunlight, almost burning through his excuse for a skin), holding the stupid list two inches from his damn face, he is still having difficulty reading the names. "Jarrod Fineman," he murmurs aloud, still squinting at the paper. "Aged twenty five. Died on the 12th of March, 1894; cause of death... butter knife to the heart." His nose wrinkles as he connects the dots; the butter knife with the butler, the butler with the demon, the demon with the earl. It was evident - a business deal gone wrong, which had resulted in Jarrod's rather ignorant move to attempt to shoot Ciel Phantomive. The demon had moved without hesitation; the reaper had watched as he tore the man's throat open, while at the same time skewering him in the chest. Phantomhive looked on, completely unfazed, as the crimson blood pooled on the floor of the magnificent palace that he liked to call a mansion. Afterwards, he cleared his throat, and said to the butler: 'Clean it up. I have other business to attend to." Sebastian Michaelis had bowed dutifully at the waist, his demeanor totally serious. "Yes, my Lord." He had watched as Michaelis so very carefully mopped the floor, almost as if he were in cheerful ignorance about the corpse in front of him. He could not have known about the reaper in the room with him already, with his own strict expression, his wicked scythe in the form of a heavy axe. Watching him, ever moment that had unfolded, whilst judging the dead man secretly. He had already sent him to Hell..."

"And there's no room In This Hell, but there's no room in the next." ... Grace Harcourt is a bachelorette, and a very esteemed one at that; the only issue is, she seems to have trouble with doing what she is told, and also, holding her tongue. The black sheep of the family? Maybe. However, when she becomes acquainted with Gregory Violet, a bachelor in his own right and a master artist, she begins to entrust herself to him -- this man, so different, so cold, yet so capable of something else, something more. But is this the happy ending that Grace is looking for? Or is there something else lurking in the shadows that threatens to ruin everything? (cover by @violinfreakk) NOTE: This story was first published on the ninth of April 2015 -- meaning that any information that has been fabricated may conflict with subsequent chapters of the manga. Please remember this!

"I will wait, dear. A Patient of Eternity, my crush. A universal still, no rust." ... Charlotte has always had a rather morbid obsession with death. After losing her father at a tender age, and her mother some years later, Charlotte is left all alone in the world with no one to depend on. That is, until she meets the Undertaker, the man who deals with death as though it is the most beautiful part of life. Under his tuition, she begins to learn the secrets of his dark trade -- and in turn, also begins to question whether or not the man she is slowly falling in love with is entirely human... (cover by @violinfreakk ) NOTE: This story was first published on the sixth of August 2013 -- meaning that any information which has been fabricated may conflict with subsequent chapters of manga. Please remember this!

【::A Death Note Story::】 Lots of things are unknown about Aimi, the newest modeling sensation Japan has to offer. Then again, there's a reason to be secretive when a notorious killer and an enigmatic detective are rumored to be in a battle for, and against humanity. She knows that beauty won't get her where she needs to be, but when she's putting her life on the line to catch a killer that rivals the greatest detective in the world, she'll need every card she can play. Even though it needs to be, work doesn't seem to be the only thing occupying her thoughts, and that's all the better. **I've decided, after watching this collect dust on my metaphoric shelf, that I'll be rewriting this completely (save for the first chapter). The chapters so far that you've read should be disregarded as I completely change the plot direction of this story, possibly and hopefully for the better.

Blanche is the head of her household now. Armed with her own servants and a divine butler, she sets out to right the wrongs of her family. Of course, it wouldn't be as difficult if Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's Watchdog, wasn't hellbent on interfering. While she tries to fulfil what she considers to be her duty, will she escape the throes of scandal and death known to run thick in her family's blood?

Fifty years after the Great Dragon Mother was killed by Naraku, her hanyou daughter Akane sets out in Feudal Japan to search for the evil demon and avenge her mother. Alhough she plans to fulfill her journey alone, she runs into a few new friends along the way and even builds strong bonds with those that she comes across. However, as Akane begins to slowly develop feelings for a powerful yokai, she finds it more difficult every day to hide her emotions from him, and not let him see her human side. Join Akane and the Inuyasha characters as they search for Naraku across Feudal Japan, in hopes that they find peace and happiness if the evil demon is ever destroyed. (This is my first Fan Fiction, and I hope that I did okay for my first chapter, and I'd really appreciate some feedback and comments. The work of Inuyasha is completely Rumiko Takahshi's, except for my own original characters. Thanks a lot, and enjoy!

Sana Kagame has many extraordinary qualities. Her golden eyes, stand out against her dark brown hair. She has a rough past and her outlook on her future isn't so bright either, so she stayed in solitary. She thought that there was nothing else to do throughout her boring days so she decided to do something different for once. She decides to go to the famous Cross Academy. Since she has always been home schooled, this is her first year in a school with other students. But night class isn't the only ones who are a little strange...

Just a girl. A normal one. But she was pain in the butt for Rikuo and the Youkais. She does not believe all the lies Rikuo tells her about the Youkais. Not even an ounce of it which was not too great for any of them. (First Nurarihyon no Mago Fanfic on Wattpad!)

Veronica Cartwright. White hair, grass green eyes, alabaster skin... nothing too mysterious. To an outsider, a normal girl. The thing is, this girl has a funny habit: she doesn't age. At all. The young Earl Phantomhive would label his maid a demon... were it not for the fact that she did not have the blood red eyes Sebastian said all demons have. So... just what is she? -I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI-