For some reason, picking a random teenager off the street is a brilliant idea when you want someone killed. I'm not a spy, a police officer, or some kind of badass ninja. No, I'm a twenty year old woman who lives in a decently sized house in Manhattan. Normal annoying family, normal life. Well, it was, to say the least.…
Eyelids fall and the body is alone once more. A long ache to stop feeling settles beneath its chest. In a precise spot beneath the heart and behind the rib cage near to the spleen and down to the pit of the stomach - the venom settles. It spreads up into the inflated lungs, seeping its cold fingers up the twisted collarbone and wrapping itself around the throat. The tendrils of toxins creep their way into the mouth, leaving a sour taste behind. They sneak their way into the pearly whites of the eyes and dance sanctimoniously around the irises and eyelashes. Tears fall, in an attempt to rid the body of the malignity - the venom. An embitterment embedded within the skin.*Updated every week…
Isabela Realm has tumbled into a spiral of disappointing love and a loss of the life she had always had. Now, as a man attempts to take what he believes to belong to the people he lives with, she can't help but follow him into their very own hell. Why? Emotions are the only things she can follow, because they seem to be all that she has left.…
The apocalypse has ruptured the life of a young woman. Finding herself without the things she had once known has thrown her into the same loop for the last two years. Eat, walk, survive, sleep, repeat. Surviving, however, has suddenly become incredibly difficult when a certain man compromises the way she views the world. She already knows who the real hunter is, but she would have never guessed that the one with the crossbow was its bait.…