Secondtry Stories

When Zuko and Aang die, everything start going off plan. Azula doesn't get captured and Ozai still has his bending. The fire-benders wipe the earth kingdom and everything goes inbalanced, leading to the spirits to send the gaang back in time.

You and Jack have been best friends since first grade. You did everything together. So, when Jack decided to go to med school you decided to go with him. After all, he was pretty shy. So he could use you to get new friends. But what happens when you meet a strange girl named Jenny? Will anything ever be the same? Disclaimer: I do not own any creepypasta. Or you. All I own is this story line. Please enjoy. Also this is mainly meant for female readers. Sorry males. I also don't own the picture on the cover.

This is basically describing what my life is through my favorite characters perspective.

After losing her beloved mate, Haven has been leading her pack alone. From the kind alpha, she became more serious and hateful than she ever was before. Ever since then, she's hated humans with a passion and avoided them at all costs. And with that, her heart became dark and cold as ice. But what if when there comes a moment when she finds a girl who finds her way into her forest, her territory? When that certain girl awakens the feelings she once thought disappeared and would never return? How would Haven fare when the girl who finally catches her eye, is none other than a part of the kind that killed her mate?

Aria Jackson ran when things got hard 2 years ago. Now she's back and better than ever; hoping she doesn't run into her demons of the past she jinxes herself. Will Aria be able to overcome her past fear and stand up for herself? Or will she cave under the pressure and go back to being walked all over?

At sixteen I stole my druggie mother's car and escaped to SoCal. She was so high that I convinced her I was the Virgin Mary trying to run and have Jesus, and that I needed her shitbox car out of all the other cars in the world. She broke down in tears and told me to take the keys. She even gave me gas money. The day after my seventeenth I spent the night in jail. I had been drinking that night with a group of tourists that we're passing through our small beach town, and ended up crashing in the sheriff's garden. He must seen me and drug my sad ass to the single concrete cell in the county police department, because that's where I woke up. The summer I turned eighteen I decided to become a groupie for a wannabe rock band. The lead singer was ugly, and the drummer was gay, but at least the guitarist was good with his hands. I followed them around for a solid thirty-six days before realizing life had more in store for me than bad beer and cheap marijuana. The following year, the summer of nineteen, I tried cocaine. One night, while I was "getting gnarly" alone in the park, I got the nerve to call my mother on the corner pay phone. In the state I had been in, I decided I wanted to chat. She asked how I was and I told her fine. We ended up having a pleasant conversation, and I ended the call after I had already fluffed my nose three times. It was the first time I had talked to her in three years, and I haven't talked to her since. I lost my virginity at a beach party when I was twenty. Sure, I had been touched before, but I always made sure it stopped before things got too intense. But that night, drunk on the beach, I decided it wasn't really worth it. I had been standing on the edge for so long that the fall didn't seem all far as it used to. So, I jumped. On my twenty-first birthday, I died. And that's where the real story starts.

A story of a burning need to avenge