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Memento Mei.Remember Me.As I am, not as I was.Life is challenging enough as it is. For Skyelle life's challenges go beyond that. Life is a nuisance, a road block to the bittersweet end she desires. Cloaked in an ever present depression stemming from her lack of memory up to her seventeenth birthday, she's stuck in an endless cycle of teenage angst and morose bitterness. And why wouldn't she be? Without her memory of the years before and lungs that stop her from truly enjoying even the simplest of freedoms, she's in a cage made of her own body. This all changes when fluttering figments, lifelike daydreams, start to interfere with everyday life. Nine nameless men. Nine faces hidden in light. Nine voices of painful familiarity. And a little girl who loved them dearly. Her whole world rapidly changes as her memories return in annoying bits and pieces. With the help of a newfound friend, Mason, who may very well be the only one on her side, they run away from her past so that she may discover it before it's too late. Before one of those hidden faces erases everything she's regained all over again. Follow Skyelle as she discovers the horrors that unfolded in an ancient city she once lived in. She won't just discover who she was, but also who she is. All the while running from the very ones that swore to always be there.…

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"My name is Kinley Foy. I vanished from the face of the earth three years ago. My life was beautiful, perfect in all its imperfections. Aside from a few things, my story was nothing extraordinary, nothing unusual. I had friends. I had a family. Both were my entire world. They were all that mattered.That's why I__"Vague transmissions sent over the course of three years, leads the Blackbourne team to a school with a dark secret that's getting out of hand. The students are paranoid when questioned. The teachers are defensive and evasive. No one seems to want to acknowledge the disappearances of so many students. It's a mystery that's ongoing to this day and if the transmissions are anything to go by - their time is running out. It's only with the aid of a girl with pink hair that no one else can see that just maybe Kinley Foy and the ninety-eight other missing students will be found. Pixel may be a ghost, a computer program, or a figment of their imagination. One thing is for certain - Pixel is the key to everything.…

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She was everything they never expected. Regal and mysterious, Callaia Sosa was more than they bargained for when they accepted the job of protecting her. Little was told of the heiress and there was even less to find. They expected someone spoiled, someone bratty and selfish. They never expected the woman who crashed into their lives like a perfect storm. A woman who's always got someplace new to be, a person to save, and a secret agenda of her own. A woman who immerses herself in cultures, treks dangerous lands just for a view, and at the ready to jump in and fight when everyone else has given up hope. Callaia doesn't expect the ulterior motives her Paw has when he beckons her home with heartbreaking news. As his dying wish, he only asks one thing of her - to allow fourteen men, a team of Syndicate agents, to shadow her on her travels and it has everything to do with their dating preferences. It has everything to do with a dying man's wish to see her happy and loved. Both sides are helpless to fight fate as they travel across the world together. The attraction is undeniable. Together they battle slavers, sex traffickers, the mafia, tomb raiders, and insane animals. Their journey is uphill the entire way, with betrayals and a battle with a war worn woman's glass heart. Her story unfolds, revealing to them that there's more to the 'spoilt diva' than they could ever imagine - a murdered mother, a child she failed, a foundation of immoral freelancers with a cause, scrapbooks filled with faces. She has a thousand secrets and the boys, one by one, become determined to unravel and obtain her - the reckless girl who acts first and thinks after a couple shots with the locals. HEARH#AllHailTheQueen…

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Perfection. Failure is not an option. Practice. Then practice some more. Starve. Practice. Smile. Always smile. Practice. Practice. Practice....Lilium is tired. Partially because she can't remember the last time she was allowed to eat besides that disgusting kale smoothie her stepmom made her drink. Partially because of the rigorous training and performance schedule that comes with being a ballerina. That's not including her stepmother's additions to the already strenuous regime. Lilium tries to be strong, tries not to complain. Her twin sister, Rosaria, has it just as bad being the violinist of the two. Perhaps she gets to eat more regularly, but Lilium has seen her sister's fingers curling in agony at bedtime after their stepmother gets ahold of her. She has no reason to complain. She simply needs to go through the motions. That's all she has to do. Until one day....one day she'll be free. But Lilium wilts to the point she can't take it anymore. On a snowy night she runs away until her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Determined to keep moving, she walks out in the snow and finds herself dancing to her death - frozen in time. Two men happen to be driving by when they notice the car and footprints leading out into the woods. They stumble across a wilting angel, dancing her last dance. As Moroi, death is simply a part of their life. Had it been any other on that snowy night, Vale and Onyx would've let them be. But there's something about that girl that makes Vale panic. He can't bear to live in a world where the sad angel doesn't exist. Now intertwined with the famous rock band made up of vampires living life to the fullest before they must return to their aristocratic duties in Italy, Lilium no longer is alone. Now she has a group of ridiculously tall and thin men who have put her under their protection.…

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I am Callaia Sosa - a wanted woman, an unwanted daughter, beloved granddchild to one of the Syndicate's most decorated spies, 'heathen' heiress, and Commander of a secret organization of vigilante agents. I've got a bad habit of sticking my nose where others don't want it sniffing and a hellacious drive to protect my team of agents at any personal cost. As spontaneous as my life is, a few things have always been predictable - my handpicked team would be at my side in the thick of things and Paw would be there to welcome me home like nothing I went through had happened at all. That's all changing. Paw is sick - dying - and I don't have the luxury of staying by his side to the end. Too many people depend on me. On top of that, he's gotten it in his head I need to make friends with the enemy, a Syndicate Faction of fourteen government lackeys that work for the United Nations - the same assholes determined to bring us to ruin.Unable to turn my dying grandfather's request down, now the fourteen of them, along with my own seven agents, are joining me on what is probably the most dangerous mission I've yet to agree to. The stakes are high, and we're practically flying blind. I've never taken on something of this scale before, and despite the brave face I show the others, I can't help but feel like I'm in over my head. Half of the Faction are royal assholes and the other half seem more preoccupied with flirting. Blackbourne is by far proving to be the biggest hindrance, and our inability to get along leads to a disastrous outcome...Spread apart across a foreign land, one by one we are taken down until all that's left to fight back are myself, a trigger happy Russian, his geek boyfriend, and a flirtatious pretty boy with different colored eyes. It's up to us to save the others. It's up to us to get everyone out alive. Thing is, the odds are stacked against us, and the only way in is by becoming just like the enemy. Time to pull off the perfect crime.…

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(WARNING: This is a much darker story than my others. There will be gore, sacrifices, racism, religious extremism, animal parts, and sex.)Things are changing in Salem.In the dead of night, on the autumn wind, came newcomers hiding in plain sight. In the high school, in the police department, and in the clinic are new faces - faces that don't belong. The whispers tattled to the crow in the watchtower, and she's watching. She's waiting. In a town like this, no one goes unnoticed. A town riddled with prejudice and superstition. A town stuck in its ways, in the past where witches burned and the church ruled the land. A religious divide separates the population still. In no time at all, the nine strangers are caught in the crossfire of a war long fought, and dark tales of make believe become their reality. The war on witches, something all thought ended four centuries ago, still rages on unknown to outsiders. With the mysterious girl always watching but never close enough to cross paths with them, comes triangular marks singed into their wrists that will bind them all together as long as they shall live. Scarlett and the nine strangers must learn to work together if Salem has any hope of surviving the curse a scorned witch from deep within The Dead Wood casts on the entire town. No one is safe. Puritans and witches alike are in danger. Fingers are pointed on either side, and violence rages in their hearts. If it isn't stopped - all of Salem will burn. •"If I should die before I wake,I pray the lord, my soul to take."…

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⚠️ warning: mature content, including gore, abuse, mental illness( small scale),sexual relations, and some beastial play between protagonist and the wendigo"Heed this child of thorn,From whence they came,'Twas the darkness born. Unite with beasts of gore and shade,In an intimate embrace with those forbade.Lay thoust head upon his chest,Your hair entangles in his claws as you rest. The horned one knows his bride best." There are secrets in our world, dark secrets. Magic has been lost to humans. We no longer see the fairies in the field nor the gnomes in our gardens, but they're still there. As this tale makes it painfully clear. The formidable Wendigo, tall and horrific in appearance. The cunning Omen, with his deceiving beauty and sinister appetites. The grouchy Grim, damned devourer of souls. The princely Unseelie, with secrets he adores and a court he abhors.The brooding Magpie, cursed by a gift made from love. The Hawthornes are an eclectic family in the magical world. The cursed ones that even those of their own kind shrivel away from. Content with each other's company, this never bothered them. The only thing missing is a woman to love, a bride. Four girls with four stories and one choice to be made. One of them is chosen by the Hawthornes and they choose our dear protagonist. Whimsy and nightmare blur together in a fairytale of an unconventional love between five inhuman creatures and a woman brave enough to possess their hearts. (A/n: This book will not be about four different girls. After the introductions are made, one will be the protagonist. Just thought I should clarify.)…

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"See no evil. Speak no evil. Listen carefully."A family akin to a modern Adams' Family moves into the derelict house across the street from Kota. Intrigued by the beautiful doll-like daughter, he and Nathan attempt to befriend her while trying to uncover her family's secrets.And oh the secrets she keeps...The mother who escapes reality by staying glued to her TV, unable to cope with their horrific past. The son who loves heroine and tries to numb away the agony.A miniature dollhouse that brings the past to life. The Doll Maker that refuses to let his favored creation part from him for long. And his obsession that ruled their lives and eventually changed them all forever - in ways no one expected. Unwittingly, the boys are already a part of this tale. A lot will unfold in the pages to come. They best hop to it.…

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(Based on the Academy series by C.L.Stone. Do not copy as a lot of this is original work from other stories I'm working on. I just wanted to play around with them in a fanfiction for fun. So I'll be pretty pissed if I find them used elsewhere.)MATURE CONTENT WARNING: there will be abuse and sexy scenes. Lullaby just moved to Charleston, North Carolina. But besides that fact she's still locked away from the rest of the world. Kept in the basement and only allowed out to clean at night, she's got a very small world that's hers. Her mother is cruel and abusive, her father distant and complacent, her sister jealous and malicious. In her basement she creates her own worlds, by painting them on the walls. Her only music is her voice that she dances to. She's beautiful and creepy and socially stunted yet so full of wonder and compassion. Nine men are exhausted from their mission at Ashley Walters. The students belong in prison, the 'management ' is a joke, and the trailers out back are ridiculous. They're apart of The Academy - a secret society with the goal to better the world by any means. Their students are immortal warriors, trained to protect. The Blackbourne team is at a slight disadvantage though - they're missing their mate. Each team has a mate, a single individual to be shared between them for all eternity. This mate will become their center, their reason for existing. She'll also empower them and make them stronger. So when a flirty doctor, a music prodigy, and a foul mouthed artist hear an angel singing on their way back from the diner - imagine their horror and surprise when they find their mate lives in a concrete cage. Imagine their surprise that she's been locked away since her childhood over a unique gift each mate is blessed with. A gift meant to be revered and guarded. Her gift being unheard of and new - the lullaby.Coincidence?Perhaps there's more to her tale than the evil mother and the girl who lives in the basement.#LuluSmash…

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(A teaser of a story I'm not going to start soon but wanted your input on. I'm unsure if this will be an original Or fanfic yet, but for ease of comprehension I'll be using the Blackbourne boys)My beloved Kota, how many more times must I bury you?Kota, the centuries are long. When the years between seeing you are too many and I begin to forget how it feels when one of you holds me or the sound of your voice, I return to that place. The place it all began. I gaze upon your depiction on the ruined walls of Pompeii and weep. Kota, I once told my Owen that I'd sacrifice my immortality to grow old and die after a lifetime with you all. A mortal life with a definite end is preferable to an endless eternity without the nine of you. Now I'm damned to this immortal life, chasing after you as you're reborn. A curse I've bestowed upon us all because I couldn't bear to let you go. Kota, this journal you gifted me had been an immeasurable tether that keeps me at bay. When I bathe and sink, I often think about giving into the waters. It is only this journal in which i can speak to you and the promise of a day we'll yet again meet, that has me rising for air. I only wish I could write to the others, except it feels dirty to do so. If only they too gave me a way to be connected to them. Instead I whisper to the stars, begging for them to return to me. Return to me, my love. Hold me once more. I cannot bear this existence without you in it. Your lover,Amaranth For two millennia, Amaranth has searched the earth for the nine she lost in the eruption of Vesuvius. They are reborn to new lives, in different countries, with different outcomes. The only consistent factor, they all are slaughtered young before she can reach them. She has laid them to rest more times than she can bear, each time a horrible blow to her heart. She's always too late....Until one day, she's not.Follow the tale of an ancient demi goddess as centuries of sorrow unfold and love rebound.…