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Hey guys! This isn't an other chapter, unfortunately, but I just wanted to let everyone know that I've started a new story, Ghost. Not the most original title, I know. But here's a preview, just in case you wanted to check it out:



I glanced up at the person who was calling me. Jeff met my eyes as he made his way towards our table.

Then I watched- I watched as his friendly gaze took in Rob's frame. His face grew darker. And darker. I swear I saw his eyes change color on the spot, from soft brown to black.

I squinted at him, trying to see if it was a trick of the light. I couldn't tell.

But something about the way he was walking- stalking- towards our table, it seemed so, well, hostile.

"Jeff?" I asked uncertainly.

"Emily, who is this boy?" he spat. I stared at him, shocked for a few seconds.

"Jeff, this is Rob. Remember? I asked him out." I looked over at my best friend, who was standing right beside me now, completely still. "Jeff, what's wrong?"

Jeff started to shake; his hands were clenched in tight fists. His eyes were trained on Rob, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Rob stared at him, alarmed.

"Hey man, you okay?" Rob asked.

Without a word, Jeff punched Rob in the face.

I stared, mouth open, as Rob toppled onto the floor, clutching his bleeding nose.

Jeff looked mad, ready to pounce on him. "Jeff! What did you do?!"

Jeff turned his head slowly towards me, a frightening smile on his face. "I punched him."

Well no shit, Sherlock.

I ran over to Rob, kneeling beside him. "Rob? Are you okay?"

"Jesus Christ," Rob swore. He glared up at Jeff. "Geez man, I didn't know she was your girlfriend!"

"Keep your hands off of my girl," Jeff hissed. "Or I'll kill you."

I stared at Jeff for a minute, a look of pure disgust on my face. "Jeff, what are you talking about?! I'm not your girlfriend!"

Jeff swung his head towards me and snarled, dark eyes boring into mine. I leaned back a bit, trying to get away from him. His strange behavior was scaring me.

By now we'd attracted the attention of the whole café. The owner, Mark, made his way over.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." he said, with a very unfriendly look on his face. "And don't come back."

I grabbed Rob's arm, fully intent on helping him up, but he shook me off. "Forget it Emily. I'm not dating you if you're with him."

"But I'm not dating him!" I stared at Rob, ignoring the pair of black eyes that were shooting daggers into my back. I wasn't sure what was up with Jeff, but I wasn't going to look at him until he stopped being stupid.

Rob gave me a disbelieving look, then got up and left. I stood up slowly, only to find a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.

"I've missed you so much," Jeff murmured into my hair. I fought out of his grasp and pushed him away.

"What the fuck if your problem?!" I hissed. "That was my first date since… you know… and you just ruined it!"

I stormed out of the café and into the now empty street. Rob had taken off, leaving me with no ride home. I cursed him silently; although he had a perfect right to leave, I was still pissed.

"Come on, baby, don't be like that," Jeff had wrapped his arms around me again. "Haven't you missed me?"

"I saw you just yesterday!" I snapped. "Get off of me, Jeff. Or so help me, I'll kick you were the sun don't shine."

But he wouldn't let go. In fact, his grip became stronger. So strong that I could hardly breathe.

"I'm never letting you go." He told me, murmuring into my hair. "I love you too much."

I froze on the spot. "Wh- Wha?"

"I know I look different," Jeff purred in my ear. "But can't you sense it? Can't you sense who I am?"

"Huh?" I struggled to pull away. Jeff was acting too weird. "Jeff stop! Let go!"

His grip around me became painful.

"Don't you remember me, love?" he flipped me around and kissed me right on the lips; a chaste kiss, but it still scared me. My best friend was kissing me. This was so wrong.

"Don't you remember me?" his voice was softer now. His black eyes looked into mine.

"Emily, my beautiful Emily," he sighed. "It's me, Patrick. Your Pat."

My eyes widened, and I felt myself begin to tremble.

And here's my other story, which you guys might like… it's also a romance/supernatural/horror

Here's a preview:


I didn't see mystery guy until the following night. At first I argued with myself, thinking that I wouldn't visit his house at all. But it's my duty, as a Silen, to visit every single house on my rounds and make sure people are getting to sleep. It wasn't just an obligation, it was almost a moral. I figured I could just pop in, listen to his thoughts, make sure he was going to sleep, then pop back home. So, I save his house for one of the very last ones.

I floated silently to his window sill and crouched on it, peeking in. Everything was dark, and silent. I stepped into the room and looked around nervously.

Suddenly I was trapped in his grip, pressed against the wall. I let out a choked gasp and began to struggle, but he was too strong. When struggling frantically didn't work, I decided to play it cool. Besides, he couldn't really do anything… right?

"What are you doing?" I asked with a bored expression on my face.

"What are you, exactly?" he asked, holding me tightly, keeping my arms pinned to my sides. "How do you keep appearing like that?"

"I have the right to remain silent. Anything I say can and will be used against me in the court of law-"

He shook me forcefully. "This is serious! What are you, a witch? A demon?"

"No and no," I said, rolling my eyes. This guy was really asking for a huge dose of knock-out power. And I would give it to him, as soon as I got my hands free. "You're really starting to annoy me, mister. So if you would let go, please-"

"Are you a vampire? A fairy? An angel?" he asked, interrupting me once again.

"Better, but no," I said. I took I deep breathe. "Now let me go. I'm counting to three. One."

"No, not a vampire either, or a werewolf. You would have attacked me by now. And you don't have any claws, fangs or fur." He stared into my eyes, his chocolate brown ones curious and searching.

This guy was really pissing me off. How come he could see me, anyways? No normal humans can see me.


"You must be a fairy, or an angel," he concluded. He looked me up and down. "You're certainly pretty enough."

Ugh. Mom was right. Men are all the same, especially human men.

"Three." I closed my eyes and felt myself dissolve into invisible bits of sand. I glanced at his bewildered face, and sped off into the night, laughing. Of course I wasn't an angel- and certainly not a fairy! I paused above his house, staring down at his bedroom window. I wondered, vaguely, if he would laugh if I told him what a truly was- a modern day Sandman. Then I caught the echo of his thoughts in the wind as I whisked away.

"Angel," his mind whispered to me, making me shiver. I could feel his determination strike through the air. He would not rest until he had found me, of that I was sure.

The reason I put this up is to attract more readers… For some reason Neptune's girl has the most reviewers and hits…. More than 10 000 hits! So I'd appreciate it if you guys could read my other stories and tell me what I'm doing wrong, because I just can't figure it out!

Thanks so much guys! I love you all!