Wait For Love {Newtmas}

Dear readers, welcome to the gothic world! This collection of short gothic and dark poems delves into themes of mystery, horror, and the supernatural. Each verse offers a glimpse into a world where number six is a constant, life and death blur, haunted souls wander, vampires lurk in the dead nights, witches weave spells, Frankenstein is not blonde, red is the only color, and moonlight reveals forgotten secrets. These were some hints about the content of my poems that my friends are so proud of (as they shud).Enter, if you dare, and let the darkness speak.

She sat in the corner of her room; Her fringes scattered around her face yet again, deep into her thoughts she didn't notice her fingers grazing through thin white sheets of paper which was ready to be inked by her thoughts. ---------------------------------------------------- CLOUDS OF MY THOUGHTS ----------------------------------------------------It's a book filled with my thoughts,The thoughts and emotions which you might never had or maybe you did, The feelings you might have never gone through or we might have been sailing the same ship. I will be ranting/quoting about anything I want. It's not professionally written or meant to offence or directed towards anyone.""Written by me. all the media used here belongs to their respective owners."Started at december of 2018.

"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I say, increasing my speed. A hand grips my arm, the same way my mom did Friday morning, causing me to wince and stop my jogging. Hotchner lets go but stares at me, then my arm, noticing the fingerprints left by my mother. Shouldn't have worn a sports bra. "What happened to your arm?" he asks, pointing to the bruise. I look at it then at him, "I work at a club Agent Hotchner, people aren't very nice when a pretty lady says no," The lie falls out so easily it almost makes me laugh. "Right well, that's another thing I want to talk you about, Maddison Crawford?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I let out a small chuckle, "Took you that long to find out, I mean, my southern accent ain't that good," Hotchner rolls his eyes, waving for me to follow him. "Hotch, I have to get home, I came out for a run, not to talk about my dead brother," He pauses, turning to me, "Tatum, we need to talk, it's serious," I shake my head, "Look Agent Hotchner, I don't care, and that's not just teenage arrogance its facts okay, so your a profiler take a hint, I didn't not open my door because I wasn't able to,"#1 FBI

On the same night Miller was going to propose to his girlfriend of two years. She announced her engagement to another man over dinner. Heartbroken and angry, Miller decides to interfere with their relationship. Little did he know he would end up falling in love in the process.[#First book in the marriage series#]

Nathan Stewart lives a relatively normal life as a shy, scrawny teenage boy until the day of his eighteenth birthday, his once simple life gets flipped upside down. A reoccurring dream that plagues his mind suddenly becomes a reality and forever changes his life, intertwining his destiny with another's.

Riverfield, a beautiful town by the ocean, is home to the prestigious Decelis Academy.It's also home to seven boys with a secret: they may simply seem like players of the famous sport, Nightball, but they're actually vampires.To escape from their dark past, they try to lead normal lives as students - other than the occasional hitch since their rival Nightball team happens to be made up of werewolves. But in the end, these seven friends always find strength in each other.Until one day, a new transfer student with curious strength causes the boys' forgotten past to slowly unravel.DARK MOON: THE BLOOD ALTAR with ENHYPEN*****Original story: HYBECo-planning: HYBE / NAVER WEBTOON

A small collection of poetry all originally written by me.

Belle has not had the best life. Most of it she spent taking care of her sick father while her mother ran off to sleep with other men. So you can imagine her frustration when, only a few months after the death of her father, her mother forces her to come spend the holidays with her and her new family. But what happens when she meets a certain alpha on the plane who claims that she belongs to him?----"Mine. Mate," he said, his deep, husky voice ringing in my ears. His hands tightened around me as his forehead came down to meet mine and he breathed in deeply. I let my eyes close as I basked in the feeling of his arms around me and the delicious sparks that were running through my body. I didn't even know that it was possible to feel this good. I felt his head move from mine as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access and he let out an approving grunt.And then I felt him place a gentle kiss right where my neck and shoulder met. My knees went weak, my entire body going numb as a breathy sound came from my mouth. He smiled against my neck, chuckling and taking all of my weight into his arms as I leaned completely into him to stop myself from falling."Hello, mate," he whispered in my ear.------This book is also known as Kidnapped By My Mate.