My best friend is a vampire.....well I'm as well

Erotica

giving up does not always mean falling down,remaining on the ground.Sometimes it is standing up and walking forward.

Christina Margaret Swan was the beloved daughter of Chief Charlie Swan and Renee Higginbotham-Swan-Dwyer. Unlike Bella she's outgoing and blunt and graceful. When Renee declares that they will be moving to Forks the little Swan happily agreed. What awaits the sisters in Forks? Why do the Cullens act strangely around Christie? And why do they keep referring to her as "My Queen"?

This is going to be just a bunch of poems, feel free to leave prompts or themes you would like to see

Meet Joe Nobody . . . and pray he never meets you.He's average height, with an average build, and average looks - an instantly forgettable face in the crowd. Joe also happens to be a hit man, quite possibly one of the best in the world. He's so good, in fact, that most of his work life has settled into a comfortable routine, where everything goes according to plan, and nothing at all is surprising anymore. He's been just about everywhere, and he's seen it all.But Joe hasn't seen everything. Not yet . . .**WARNING** - This work contains several curse words and some extremely violent themes and situations throughout. I mean, the main character is a hit man . . . there's your first sign. You've been warned.**ADDITIONAL WARNING** - This is soooooooo first-draft-ish, so any problems you see logistically, thematically, or grammatically are all the fault of a combination of absinthe and overzealous fingers. And please, for god's sake, if you see something glaringly wrong, tell me about it! :)

This true story began in 2014 on the last day of Daphne's diploma course in Singapore Polytechnic. Thinking that the best time of her life was about to start at 21 years old, a twist of events plunged her into years of pain and despair. Follow Daphne's healing journey on her chronic illness, toxic friendships, broken family, mental struggles and more.Disclaimer: This story is written based on the author's present recollections of past events. Some names have been changed to protect their identity, some dialogues have been recreated, and some events have been compressed in non-chronological order.

I told myselfYou are the only oneI'll ever loveBut when you became mineI realizedI never really was yoursOur storyHas come down toA pageI choose To leave Blank~You aren't the faceI search forIn crowdsYou aren't the goalsI strive to conquerAmidst ashesIn my cluttered journalScarred with dreamsI never dreamtYou emerged As the page Left blank

𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠...