Last year, when Mia helped get rid of a group of rival vampires wreaking havoc on the city, she thought that would be the end of it. This year, she's hoping for a chance to finally be a normal high school student. But a note wedged in her locker changes all that: someone knows what she did.

Now, instead of making plans with the boy she likes, Mia has to juggle her schedule around whatever the author of that note says. If she doesn't, she risks not only being exposed as a vampire, but being labeled as someone calculating enough to get rid of any competition. Adding to Mia's troubles are the questions about vampires from a friend who's just a little too interested, and a secret her boyfriend's keeping. There's something wrong with him - something so dark, Mia's not sure she'll survive the discovery.

🔸Note: This is the sequel to You Were What You Eat, but you 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 have to have read that book to enjoy this one.🔸

Book Two (Part Three): A Kingdom and its ‘Six Villages'in confusion relies on the assistance of the 'Demon Witch', Lady Rai, as their 'Imperial Hero and Ruler'. This is the story of how their 'Demon Ruler'changed and maliciously 'saved'their dying Kingdom and themselves...in a strange way, again.

A week later, one of her professors died. A heart attack, they said. Quick. Peaceful.

That was when she saw him again.

Same coat. Same silence. Same eyes like frozen glass.

And something in her whispered: He was there before it happened.

She should have walked away then. She should've listened to the smarter, safer part of her.

But it had been a long time since she had felt anything that wasn't grey.

And he was the only thing she'd seen in months that didn't feel real.

(This book is also available on Ao3, under the name @e4tyoual1ve, and on Wattpad under the user @e4ty0ual1ve)

Archer is the younger prince of the kingdom, Kire. His older brother, Levi, is set to become king in two weeks. Everything is getting set up for Levi’s life, arranged marriage, fancy new crown, but something isn’t right.

SORRY FOR THE BAD DESCRIPTION I DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT

This story is under revision. I am currently rewriting the entire thing. Since this is the past version, I may continue to post the rest of the chapters.

Trusting people can be hard when there's someone trying to murder you on the loose. Especially when that someone tried to kill you on a trip only a few people were supposed to know about. Scarlett has to find out who is trying to murder her, but that's hard to do when she has so many people who are out to get her. And the fact that she's been known to be a ruthless ruler to her people doesn't help her case. With the help of a new friend and some old ones she starts investigating. Along the way she realizes she has loosened the reins on her feelings for her new friend, but will this affect her?

To the villain, love is a poison he should avoid. But what if a bubbly girl, his enemy who's fated to destroy the Faerie Realm, falls in love with him? Will the villain get the girl and disrupt her destiny, or will his avoidance of love disrupt her heart?Meilin is prophesied to end the era of the High Faerie Lords alongside the Demon King. But as an 18-year-old girl with a passion for gaming, her life takes a turn when she joins a popular Esports team—Solaris—whose mischievous leader, Ningshun, carries a dangerous secret about his identity and connection to Meilin.What happens if the charming man she falls for is actually the heir to the throne of the Faerie Realm?

- Touch her and die,- Forced proximity,- Meet-cute to disaster,- He has his own agenda,- She drives him nuts,- Slow-burn romance.

Ben is in London on Vaca and you just got there and you run into him asking someone if they wanted cookies because he was doing a yt video.

What will happen next???

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Yet another collection of poetry, with bits of everything. Including the longing for youthful ignorance and the continuous fear of growing old.

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The capital city of this dark time, Ōkoku, was a town like others where the people lived their daily lives, but this was the night that everything would change.

Out at sea, a wooden fishing vessel bobbed gently under the moonlight. The fishermen aboard worked tirelessly, their calloused hands hauling in nets laden with the night's catch. Laughter and idle chatter filled the air, oblivious to the unnatural stillness that had settled over the sea—the dreadful calm before the storm.

On the deck, an old fisherman squinted, concern written over his weathered face as he scrutinized the distant shape above the sea. It appeared to be a massive wave at first, churning the sea ominously. But as it surged closer, his heart skipped a beat.

This was no wave.

Men scrambled across the deck to arm themselves, reaching for harpoons, nets, and anything that might serve as a weapon. The creature leading the tide charged lightning in its mouth while running across the water as if it were on land, firing the bolt out and setting the ship ablaze and leaping over the burning vessel and rushing into Ōkoku.

Destruction engulfed the city as the demons descended. Above, Winged abominations screeched, raining down torrents of flames that reduced buildings to ashes and filled the air with the stench of charred flesh.  Below, grotesque monsters rampaged unhindered, consuming the fleeing humans and leaving nothing but devastation in their wake.

Amidst the chaos, the commander of the demons made himself known.

"Such beautiful suffering, I can't believe it has finally come, to think I almost missed the end of the world. Such pure pure ecstasy." The commander's wings spread as he motioned for all the demons under his command to attack.

"The demons have shown themselves to the world, now we have no reason to hide ourselves. Kill as many as you can without worry of being spotted." A man's voice echoed through the heads of many.

A man stood on a roof with his rifle aimed at the lion-like beast that destroyed and killed those people at the harbor. He lined up his shot and took fire, sending the beast flying and crashing down dead.

A comrade of his wielded her Naginata to cut the legs off of one of the many giant demons before spinning around and slashing its head clean off.

Another warrior tossed his chain onto the wing of a flying demon, sinking the blade in. Using the momentum of the demon's flight, he launched himself into the air, slicing its back open to kill it in a single strike. It came down with a screech, crashing to the ground as the man landed on it.

These were the rays of hope that these citizens needed: allies who were just as powerful, if not more powerful, than the demons. So much so they could be considered demons themselves, but not just any demons.

These were The Fiends, Demons who kill Demons!

They came in full force following the orders from their capital, known as the Divine Mountain. They all stood together strong and with wills unbendable and emotions incorruptible, and with them came their captain. A warrior who graduated to the top of the Divine Mountain in mere weeks, a record unheard of by any Fiends known to record. Known as "The Tyrant Of The Battlefield," they called him a Warlord and One Of The Divine Mount's Greatest Fiends.

The musings of a sheltered "gifted kid" who turned out to be mediocre.

It's my final year in university, and I'm looking for a full-time graduate job. I've so many things yet to achieve, so many unfinished projects, and it seems like "adulthood" is not going to be forgiving. So why not try to improve my writing and vocabulary skills in a blog like this?

However, in a virtual world, anyone can lie. Therefore, you can't even take the events of this journal as the truth.

The illusion of life and the desire for power often cloud us. They change our views, bias our hearts, justify our wars. But even though power demands payment, will that stop you from fighting for your dreams?

In a universe where gods run rampant, mages decide the flow of history, and eldritch horrors hide in the darkest crevices of creation. Power and the right to command it and its consequences is earned, bled for, died for. Does the fire of hope shine bright, or does it burn black?

Where evil boasts its name aloud and good slinks away wretchedly in the shadows, will you bend your knee? Or will you ascend and join the mighty legends?

What is a king to a god?

What is a god, to a non-believer?