Three A.M. It was three A.M. and Reyna still had not seen Thalia all day. It had started normal enough, she had gotten up, gotten dressed, and found a note pinned to the fridge saying that Thalia had gone out to get groceries. That was Thalia for, "We ran out of waffles," so Reyna just went out for lunch with her sist...
Jace always knew there was something odd about her. Where ever she went, death followed. But what she didn't know was that he actually did. Or... did he? Maybe it was actually her all those times because who are we kidding, she's the one and only daughter of Death. She might be capable of anything.
Dear Percy. I can hear you. [ sequel to Hey Annabeth. Please read that first or this won't make much sense]
He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that...
To me, Peter Pan always seemed like he can get any girl's interest. After meeting him for the first time, I have decided that my fate didn't belong to him. Peter, untainted by my rejection, took it as a challenge. A game, if you prefer. 10 days for me to fall in love with him which meant 10 days for him to prove hims...
"For as long as I can remember I was born with a gift. A gift that allows me to speak to the dead." "So you can see me?" "Yes." Alice Jones is a normal seventeen year old girl, except she isn't that normal. She has the special gift of being able to speak to the dead. On one night she is approached by a spirit and on t...
Before Regina Mills became The Evil Queen, she had a daughter. A beautiful little princess with brown eyes and hair like her mother. She named her after the girl's father whom Regina had lost not a long time before. Her name was Daniella. But Regina never got to see her grow up. Her first steps, first words. She mis...
"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love e...
