Nanowrimo2013 Stories

Hello, my name is Thaliana Mikaelson. In 1864 I fell in love with Damon Salvatore. We completed eachother, and were to be married. Even my brother Niklaus approved of him. In all my centuries of living I had not loved anyone more than I had loved Damon. Then my father came to town, I knew he intended to kill me and everything I loved. I had to protect me soulmate. I faked my death and leave to keep Damon safe. In my absence a girl by the name of Katherine Pierce changed him. My compulsion came undone and I had to make him forget me, there was only one thing that would reverse my compulsion. Three words, words I had vowed never to say again. Even now, when I see him 150 years later, I cannot bring myself to say them. Even if I still do, love him, that is.

Broken bones, panic attacks, and bruises all over her body are what Mia wakes up to in the hospital. She can't remember how she got hurt, or when it happened, or where she is now. She can't even remember her own name. When her husband shows up with journals and photo albums and music, determined to help her remember who she is, the memories slowly start to come back. The panic and fear she feels in her husband's presence are slowly replaced with trust, and the possibility of a future together starts to seem possible. But not all memories are good, and some things are better left unknown...

This is a story about a truck-hating girl who stalls in the middle of an intersection, and the soccer playing boy who tries to save her. "He started the car again, and got it to unstall. “So where are we headed Ms. Harmon, I’m at your command.” I looked out the window, and saw the headlights of a car heading our way. We were in the middle of a four way stop, so I looked at Sebastian to tell him we needed to head out. I was about to tell him the directions to Lana’s house, when the giant ass truck that was approaching the stop sign didn't stop. I could only see a glimpse of a face: purposeful eyes, a determined set in the shoulders, a plain white man’s face in a blue baseball cap, and a angry red scar traversing the length of his cheek. The glimpse was enough to know that what was about to happen wouldn’t be avoided. “Sebastian!” I scream. He whips his head to the window, and steps on the gas, but not soon enough. Sebastian seems to know that the car is going to hit us, and he throws his arm out in front of me, trying to shield me as best he can, and then the truck hits…. I seriously have a problem with truck drivers."

Ophelia and Estuanna have always been lonely. They've never had anyone to be comforted by or to confide in. But when secrets start to spill, who might that anger, and what might happen to the local townspeople? Ophelia's trust in this water being may mean destruction of the animal kingdom.

Winter just isn't her season. Sydney prefers summer and sunshine. She likes it when school is closed and the pool is open. She enjoys ice cream not ice storms and prefers swimsuits over sweaters. In her opinion, summer trumps winter any day of the year. But when her neighbors try to convince her otherwise, can they thaw out her aversion to the season and give her a proper taste of winter? -NaNoWriMo 2k13- [Cover by @warmth_]

Eve wakes in a new world where she is introduced to the beauties of Eden, and the sorrows of disobedience. She, and her husband, Adam, are ejected from Eden, and must face the world on their own. They must learn to grow food, build shelter, and deliver children. All of life is hers, from her viewpoint--eventually she lives over 800 years.

When the Alpha wolf's firstborn is brutally murdered, her sister must take the place of Beta female. She loses herself, in a way, seeing as the two sisters were identical in almost every aspect. On her quest she meets a dispersal male wolf and a hunter, ironically named, Hunter. What she doesn't know is that Hunter is a lycanthrope on the run. The two create a special bond, one that fills the empty hole in her chest. One of forbidden love. But how far will it reach?

Everyone judges people by their first glance and don't even try to say you don't. We put people into categories or stereotypes from what we see but sometimes that's not really how it is. Bad Boy: A boy who is misunderstood and often rides a motorbike, gets into fights, does drugs, breaks the hearts of innocent girl. This is Trey Denver. Maybe there's more than meets the eye. Nerd: A person often described with lots of pimples and big glasses and wearing clothes for comfort. Not only that but is really smart and doesn't have much of a social life. This is Ellie Roger. People aren't always the image they are seen as. Popular people: People who are outgoing and nice. Sometimes up themselves and can be mean too. Something everyone seems to want to be. This is Max and Maxine Hendersen. Maybe they want to be something more than just the popular. S**ts: Girls who pile makeup on themselves to make them look like Barbie dolls and often act rude and talk about people behind one another. Show a lot of skin and go from guy to guy. This is Sawyer Sadie. Maybe underneath she's just a Brokenhearted girl. Player: nearly the same thing as a s**t and are usually attractive males that seduce the ladies and then throw them away like trash. This is Lincoln Xavier. Maybe he's just scared of falling. Oh how wrong you get these people's images. There's always something beneath the person they betray themselves as. {EDITING} Cover by @Labrynthine_

Mayson is your average teenage girl living in a single parent household. It's just her and her mom, and that's okay. Things change when intriguing Jasper Carter, the son of the Secretary of State, moves into town and shakes up Mayson's world. The tow are drawn to each other despite their families reassurances that they'll never be good for each other. It is now that Mayson is tested in ways that she never thought possible, by forces she never thought would need her help and it is through these forces that she finds her calling. But will she be able to double cross the person that trusts her the most to answer it?

AnnaBella Caverly is a princess, luxurious right? Definitely. Too bad being royalty in this era means being vicious, evil, and hated. Not to mention your life is planned out by the people above you. The Riot is a competition between men to win the heart of the princess. Most do it for the wealth. The riot includes everything from dates to fighting to the death. It surely does make finding love much simpler. AnnaBella has been opposed to the idea of The Riot her whole life, now she's going to go through it. As much as she hates the competition she can't seem to get one of the mysterious contestants out of her head. Too bad her parents are hell bent on making sure he isn't the next prince. Will love conquer all or will blood be shed?

Imagine waking up in the middle of a forest, badly injured with no memory, not even your name. The forest is a dangerous place, where trolls and goblins hunt, and rarely does a person venture into the forest. What if you were lucky enough to be rescued, and put into a hospital. Next thing you know, you're slowly regaining memories in your dreams, and you're about to meet with a Queen. You end up meeting an elf, Ariella, who shows you around town and allows you to work at her bakery shop and live with you in the main city, the busiest of all. One adventure after another occurs, before shocking news hits you, making you doubt everything you have learned ever since you woke up in the forest. All that, happens to Clara.

(NaNoWriMo 2013) When Toshiro was a child Rangiku was supposed to find him and convince him to go to the academy but something prevented her from doing so. Instead of having positive things occur in his life a lot of bad things happen. (Disclaimer - I don't own Bleach.) Note - Original publication date 11/1/2013