Projectmandown Stories

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

"In which three kids lose too much, too soon" [full summary inside] First book in the Jason duology #2 in boysdocry © All Rights Reserved 2019 Ariana Carmel

"Gangsters don't cry therefore I'm Mr. Misty Eyed" -Twenty One Pilots This book is a mess, read at your own risk. Wrote it a long time ago © Charlotte Écrivain

"c-can i buy you a drink?" "no, but you can buy me a triple cheese burger." - where an anxiety-suffering, shy boy meets a confident party chick.

Fifteen years ago, Elle's boyfriend left town--and Elle--without so much as an explanation. Today, Ephraim has returned with a child: Bren. Bren is clever, quiet, quick, and almost exactly fifteen years old. Offered a miraculous second chance at the relationship they've wanted back for years, Elle instantly takes it, and desperately holds on, no matter what anyone has to say-- not their best friend (who lied to Elle for years), or the student they're counseling (who, again, is not the counselor here), or said student's parents, who may or may not both be Elle's ex-boyfriends. Oops. [the full work is as yet unedited. this posting includes one sample chapter as the author polishes the work offline.] [for more: https://yvesdot.tumblr.com/sometimesithappens/ ] [read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16846237/chapters/39549148 ]

Ophelia Cromwell is a young girl full of life working with the very mysterious hard to reach designer Antonio Greyer.

Gary Cooper's the boy you'll find at the far end of the room; probably sitting near the guy who thought it was cool to wear a leather jacket even if it was scorching hot outside. He's the guy who would walk past the couples arguing in the middle of the hallway, on a Monday. Aside from his childhood frenemy Megan, nobody knew much about him. She DOES know Gary has been studying almost everything about a specific type of female - the school's self-proclaimed good girls. The kind that wore glasses and was always targeted by the gossiping public. He knew that underneath the shy facade, was a she-devil that feasted on the souls of horny, teenage boys. Copyright © 2016 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

Deariq Mansfield is an ambitious secretary to the CEO of the mighty Blitzring, Amanda Dalton. His secret? His simple admiration of her had blossomed into love over the years, and he just hasn't had the right time to confess to her yet. After all, she's the jewel of the city, good enough to catch even superheroes with her charms. Her secret? She traded places with the masked hero years ago. Join this crazy couple in this collection of one-shots showing all the things stored into their card collection. Cover art by @minahava

Brooklyn Quinn is a pretty boy. Pretty hair and pretty eyes. Pretty face and pretty body. Pretty laugh and pretty smile. Everyone knows Brooklyn Quinn is a pretty boy. Everyone loves Brooklyn Quinn. Except Brooklyn Quinn. {Trigger Warning: This story will have strong mentions of anorexia, self-destruction, and briefly suicide at times.}

The stroke of the brush against the canvas soothes Pierce's war ridden heart. The thirty year old, served in the army and now he's home. He decides to start teaching an art class, a silly idea at first, but soon it becomes therapeutic to him. He enjoys watching the musing of young artists. He enjoys watching her, as she paints. She paints with vigor and passion. She pours her heart into her work. Though she is twelve years younger, he is captured by her work...and by her. For her, art is an escape from the pressures of reality. Her parents want her to become a lawyer but all she wants is to create and paint. Can these two unlikely people meet in the strokes of their brushes to draw a masterpiece of their own? Or has fate painted them a different story? Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved. -cover by Heather_Dianne

❝the first law in the venefican scrolls: never fall in love with a mundanus❞ ↱ in which the princess of a supernatural race falls in love with an ill-treated mundane boy. ✣ includes strong language and possible sexual content

All you need to know about #ProjectManDown Cover by @humorously / @humorouslygraphics

Adiutor is assistant in Latin, and Latin is widely used in Mystical Ground. This is where all the witches and warlocks are free to practice their magic, and be apprentices to the Senior Warlocks and Witches to preserve their race. Some youngsters are lucky to be apprentices, but some are not so lucky because of their family line of adiutors, the assistants to warlocks and witches. They'll assist and serve warlocks and witches and their apprentices after them, that is just their duty and share of life. But that doesn't mean they can't restore the existence of the Mystical Ground when needed be.

Cowritten by: @earthtocora and @emtrouvaille "I stood there, shooketh" Caught in the midst of her parents' divorce, 17 year old Meg Mara is sent to live with her cousins in Texas for the summer. Meg is sure that the summer will be a bust without her friends or a body of water. After all, where can you sail in the middle of Texas? She feels lost and out of place until she meets Finn. There's something about him that draws her in, and summer is definitely looking up with him there. However, from gossipy neighbors to the constant heat, the small town of Kerrville is far from perfect. Meg knows that a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor. There are some waves headed her way. {Warning: trigger themes} This book was conceived on Dunkin Donuts and 80's dance music. Enjoy, mes amies.