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{Control Sequel}|Second Book of the Control Series|❝ I was as pure as a river, but now I think I'm possessed you put a fever inside me, and I've been cold since you've left. ❞ Odessa De Los Santos is certain the infernal misfortune she calls her life is surely collapsing when she discovers Dean's time with the living is consequently restricted because of the crossroad's deal rendered by a demon. While on the search for the revived and released adversary she thought she'd never see again, Odessa is impelled to make decisions no one should ever make, and has to say goodbye to the man who made his way into her obstructed heart. All the while, Sam is suffering the repercussions of being resurrected and being the cause of Dean's hedonistic inclinations, and Dean is indulging in several epiphanies and is refusing to even consider saving himself for what's to come. Odessa's life and happiness is crumbling down before her, and there's nothing she can do. {Season Three & Four}Cover: @gihlbert DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. All rights are reserved for the writers and CW. I own Odessa and her plot only.…

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|Book One of The Control Series| *EDITING* ❝ I'm bigger than my body, I'm colder than this home, I'm meaner than my demons, I'm bigger than these bones.❞ In which a mourning warrior attempts to pursue her supposed fate with the assistance of two hunters.|Cover| : @ghilbert [Seasons 1-2]DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. All rights are reserved for the writers and CW. I own Odessa and her plot only.…

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( CALL OF THE VOID ) - THE VAMPIRE DIARIES - BOOK ONE Gwyn smiled. The putrid smell of warm blood breezed through the wintry night, salient as she stepped closer with an unsettling expression. Elena gasped as she cowered behind Stefan, her slender hands covering her mouth. Damon's body stiffened as he took in the spectacle of the teenager, his eyes flashing with genuine shock. Bonnie couldn't recognize her, she was beginning to feel her drift away from the balance of nature. And Caroline tore her gaze away from the sight. She halted, her smile never faltering as she spread her arms wide in an arrogant manner. The blood tainted her clothes and skin. Her own blood. And her eyes were an empty and desolate shade of dark brown. As everyone watched the girl emerge from the woods in a manic state, she spoke in a haughty tone, "Ding dong, the witch isn't dead. That's right, cock suckers, I'm alive."( SEASON ONE - THREE )…

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| Book One of The Social Media Series | ❝ (...) I am forgetting, between my lips and my hand the gentleness of patience blooms. ❞ -Christine Lavant, from 'Shatter The Bell In My Ear: Selected Poems of Christine Lavant' Isabelle Mendoza: the illustrious bellwether of the fashion industry, with a white-gold choker intimately enclosed around her neck, wearing a rigorous dress meticulously seamed with swarovski crystals, smiled warmly as Jensen encircled his firm arm around her waist, the luxurious fabric of his tuxedo brushed against her skin.…

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| Book One of The Macaria Series | ❝ I was in darkness, so darkness I became. ❞ Macaria didn't withdraw her inexpressive gaze from Isabelle's obscure-black eyes, observing the emotion overflowing her expression as she watched Macaria with dread. Splattered crimson stained her skin, her tenebrous Markings were smudged, and her sword glimmered with spilled blood. She expelled a relieved sigh upon realizing the flicker of electrum tearing through view was Isabelle saving her. She didn't know why she was surprised. Of course it was Isabelle. | City of Bones - City of Glass |…

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| Book One of the Ares Morgenstern Series | {SLOW UPDATES} ❝ I was created to strip lungs of their breath, to destroy pretty little things and burn them to the ground. I was created to bring the world to its knees and hear my name spoken only in fearful whispers. I was made to be a monster. ❞ Ares Morgenstern isn't amidst the chaos forged upon the hundred's arrival on Earth, she is the chaos. Wearing the smell of pandemonium and demise like a bittersweet fragrance, Ares isn't unacquainted with the cruelty of the Ark, and she certainly isn't frightened for the disarray emerging on Earth's soil. As a threatening war ensues with the nuclear warfare survivors, Ares vows to battle as the macabre from the sky with fervency in her eyes and vengeance coursing through her blood. [ The 100 - Season 1-2 ] DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own The 100 or any of its storylines, characters, etc. All rights are reserved for the writers and CW. I own only Ares Morgenstern and her plot only.…