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He sits upon a throne never meant for him, bearing losses of a war he was never responsible for. Whispers through the kingdoms say that his eyes are so dark staring into them long enough would summon Lucifer himself. His body is painted with black ink used to cover the scars that mar his body. The Black Raven Kingdom is rumored to have the pavements stained with red, the grass fields tainted with ashes of the dead. They say that for a man like him, death will never be enough of a punishment. Crimsyn Andraste. Her life has been spent within the confines of the Peristerá Castle. The neighboring kingdoms seek after the princess whose face has never been seen outside the castle. The chatters in town say that her beauty can blind, smile enough to bring a thousand men down to their knees. Her eyes have been protected from the war that has killed thousands of her own people. She stays untouched and pristine, a life sheltered in innocence. Milani Alastair. Crimsyn and Milani have lived in entirely different worlds, both facing different effects from the war that has divided their kingdoms. But one night, a little birdy shows up at Milani's window.

[Haikyuu mafia au oc insert! Enjoy!] DISCONTINUED Did Zion necessarily want to get involved with the Mafia? No, not at all. But when a shady mission goes south, and he's not prepared in the least for it, how's life on the run from the Mafia going to go? Not only that, but how long would it last? "How do you have a hard time keeping eye contact and starting a conversation, but then proceed to kill a man and walk it off??" "Uh.. because people are scary when their heart is still pumping." "Understandable, have a nice day." - I don't own Haikyuu, obviously. Memes and vines ahead, you have been warned.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018