Volatile hikaye

Read if you dare so and enjoy. Please don't copy my stories. A child died in a crossfire of war and was reborn. As a rare unique species of sentient centipede of not his choice being. He was chosen to live in the Dying Light world, a random choice not of his own. But anywhere then here was better, right? His species are unknown and known in dying light world as extinct rivals of humanity. People fear, hate, weary, of him but all he care is full belly, sales, and living his life. Then Aiden came into his life but this is his life even if this Aiden is now in his new life!

He brushed his lips against my jaw, his dark hair falling over his brow. "Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at me." I followed his orders and looked into the raven-black depths before me. I saw my entranced gaze reflected in his glaring one. "Tell me what you see." I kept on looking at him, searching for something, anything, that remained of the person he used to be. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But his eyes were so dark, so empty . . . "Nothing. I see nothing," I whispered. He smirked, his gaze still on me. He pulled away, leaving me feeling cold. "Exactly. You see nothing - that's because there's nothing there." ** How much can a person change in just three years? Short and full of fiery spirit, Hanna Jordan is a gifted college student who is enrolled in one of the most prestigious culinary programs in the country. She's just returned from three years of study in France and is anxious to reconnect with her longtime friend, Rian Aronhalt. However, when she does finally see him, she's startled to find that he's become an entirely different person. Cold, ill-tempered, and exceptionally attractive, Rian is absolutely nothing like his old self. Worst of all, he claims he doesn't even remember her. Despite their differences, both are haunted by dark memories of the past, which form a poisonous bond between Hanna and Rian that neither can escape from. Can they both heal from the scars time left behind, and find love in the process?

"The Storm Is Over" is a romance novel that explores the tumultuous relationship between two characters delving into themes of love, hate and redemption. The story likely follows their journey as they navigate intense emotions, conflicts and ultimately, a turning point where the turmoil subside and they're left to confront the aftermath.

You have actually got to be kidding me. Blood rushed to my cheeks at the realization of the acute social suicide that I've just committed from this mortifying mistake. "Are you lost, Princess?" A smirk grew across his face as he took slow steps towards me. I didn't realize I was backing away until my back hit the wet tiles of the locker room shower. My eyes jammed shut when the steam no longer covered up his, well - him. I gripped the towel in my hands at the feeling of his finger running along the arch of my eyebrow, making its way down to my lips. "You should really be more mindful about reading signs before walking through just any door," he stood so close I could feel the breath from each seductive word graze my cheeks. Seductive... Seductive? This shouldn't be seductive, this should be repulsive. I should be repulsed. I should be punching this guy in his neck for thinking that it was, in any way, okay for him to be this close to me - naked - in the men's locker room. "Open your eyes." Whatever you do. Don't open your eyes. Before I knew it my eyes were fluttering open, staring back into his own. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green that I seemed to get lost in. The pace of my breath quickened and suddenly matched his own as the pad of his thumb swiped down on my lips pulling them apart. He rested his thumb on my chin and dipped his head down over my small frame. "Kiss me." He commanded. My eyebrows furrowed at the realization of his words and what should be a horribly awkward situation. THWACK! My hand smacked clean across his cheek. His head turned to the side at the force of my slap and a look of astonishment fell across his face. His face turned back to me and his eyes searched my face as if looking for an answer to his next question. "What are you?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {Open first chapter for full description}

In the year 2021, terror is lurking in the darkness, children weeping as the night progresses, civilization broken down to its foundation. Scientists of the Mirelkin Laboratories have successfully constructed a cure for Alzheimer's disease, the Deruvo Virus, named after the Mirelkin's lead scientist, Dr. Allen Deruvo. Eventually it mutated into a deadly virus that turned people into slow, monstrous flesh-eating undead, and at night into something even more terrible...

A girl with no recollection of who or where she is finds herself kidnapped by a man cloaked in black who calls himself Kylo Ren.

Fate is a funny thing. Entry for @Avylinn 's treacherous one shot competition. (Basically my take on if the lovely reunion between Chris and Dante had more than one love story happening).

Short story #6. Ameilia Rose Tyler is sent away from England to escape persecution to the New World. Along the way, she finds a young boy...

An average woman named Tamsin whose life revolves around school, scholarships and future thinking becomes enticed by a English Literature major by day to a volatile no nonsense Fighting Star by night fall. In his life lies certain secrets that Tamsin is determined to find out, even if it kills her. and it just might.