Shards0fGlass

Stalkers, murder, and lies.He was coming. I was terrified. I heard the doorknob turn and my heart dropped to my stomach. He was here. He entered my apartment. Casually, like he'd been there a million times before, and maybe he had. He wore black sweats and a hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head so I couldn't see his face. He didn't look nearly as dangerous as he was. But I wasn't fooled. I stayed still on the bed, watching him as he approached me. The only light in the room was the dim lamp on my nightstand. He came closer and crawled onto the bed, sitting on his knees in front of me. He reached out a tentative hand and cupped my cheek. I clenched my eyes shut, unable to look at him. His thumb ran across my lips and I shuddered. He was too close, far too close, but I didn't dare move away. He let go of my cheek and reached forward to pull me into his arms. I resisted at first, but his fingers tightened around my shoulders and I let myself sink into his arms. His hug was strangely familiar, and it almost felt comforting. Almost. He stroked my hair and laid his chin on my head. He rocked me back and forth slowly and just seemed to enjoy holding me. When he released me I scrambled backwards, pressing my back into the headboard. He crawled towards me, slowly, like a predator after its prey, and all I could do was watch in terror. He placed both his arms beside my head, his body hovering over mine. I felt suddenly so small, tiny compared to him even though he wasn't that much bigger than me. He leaned down towards me and I whimpered. He stilled, then gently pressed his lips to my forehead. When he pulled back I pulled my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. For a long time he just stared at me, then he reached out and took my hand in his. He brought my knuckles to his lips and laid a soft kiss on my hand. He carefully got off the bed and backed up towards the door. And then he was gone.[slow updates]…

Shards0fGlass

He's always lurking in the shadows, always watching. She can feel his presence constantly, but she can tell no one. She is alone. The kingdom rests on her shoulders. The lives of her loved ones lie in the palm of her hand.No one would understand why she chose to go down this path. They would try to stop her at every turn. She couldn't let them. She would stop them. She would dive headfirst into her own destruction if it only meant they would live.And that was what she did.She was his.She turned her back on her family to ensure they would survive, turned her back on her kingdom to ensure it would live on. She stole what her loved ones cared for most right out from underneath them to ensure they could not stop her.She started down a long, dark path so that she could win the unwinnable, defeat the undefeatable. She sold her happiness and touched the lips of death.Because she would never be his.…

Shards0fGlass

Winter wanted a new beginning. She switched schools to escape her past and hide from her monsters. At first she thought she'd made the best decision of her life. But then she met him. And he forced her to face a whole new set of monsters. Archer wanted to avoid pain. He pushed people out and made himself invisible. At first it seemed like he might never have to face pain again. But then he met her. And she pushed him into a whole new realm of emotion. She didn't want any part of his life. She wanted to run. She made him feel something he didn't want to let go. He needed her. But when his obsession forces them both into a battle neither wanted a part of, they're forced to make peace with their worst enemies, trust people that broke them, and are still breaking them, and help each other to help themselves. But for the boy that never felt love a day in his life, letting go of the one girl that made him feel whole deems an impossible task. And the girl that swore never to open herself up again finds it much harder to let anyone in than she'd wanted to believe, even when much more than her life hangs in the balance.…

Shards0fGlass

Morgana was anything but ordinary. She had no memories of the time before she was fifteen years old, of the time before she'd appeared out of nowhere on a young woman's doorstep. She was haunted by strange, scarily realistic nightmares that not even the doctors could explain away. And there wasn't a trace of her anywhere, no records, no missing persons reports, nothing. But no one ever bothered to dwell on that thought for long. At least . . . not until a strange man appeared out of nowhere just as she had. But he remembered. And he triggered something within her, something instinctual, an unexplainable, petrifying terror. But by the time Morgana found out why, it was too late. She'd already been caught up in the web of this man's twisted thousand year obsession. And he wasn't just about to let her go. ✔Completed…