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Ten years ago Anya Royce leapt from a bridge after relentless bullying. She died that day, with not even her werewolf healing able to save her, only to become a reaper. Changing her name and everything about herself, Grim now spends her days collecting souls and . . . waiting to collect souls. She has a mundane and emotionless life, filled only with the dead, and she's rather content. That is until, her undead life is interrupted when death is literally stopped. Grim is thrown from her realm and back into the human's to reinstate death. The only problem? She's sent back down to her pack, with the mate who rejected her and the bullies that pushed her off that bridge. Not only does she have to deal with a necromancer who has a dangerous amount of power and a guilty mate begging for forgiveness, she also has a sly and very smart hidden enemy, who won't stop until she has Grim and everyone else under her manicured thumb. Rest In Peace- Ha, she wishes!

Maddison Sinclair had the perfect life. She was student body president, about to be homecoming queen, and dated the hottest guy in school. She had the perfect life. Until she almost died, killed death, and got stuck with his job. Now she has to learn to reap souls, decorate for the homecoming dance and find a way to become human again while saving an unexpected soul from ending up on her list. The awesome cover is thanks to @fanfics_she_wrote

(18+) *Complete/Unedited* ---- "You are death." I heard the grin in his tone. "Death's duty is to take care of the already departed. Newly deceased, and previously deceased alike." Morrigan Wraith lives a double life; one not many would think to question. While on the outside she looks like a normal human detective, underneath all of that lies a grim reaper. Reapers were created at the beginning of time, formed to be unemotional and detached as a soul's transport to either Heaven or Hell. But Morrigan is unlike the rest. She was created with a defective heart - one that felt emotion, and one that got her into more trouble than she ever imagined. (18+ for language, violence, and sexual situations)

She's dead by the third chapter. Okay, it's a bit more complicated than that. Okay, it's A LOT more complicated than that. Renata wants nothing more than to pay her bills through her mildly boring office job and figure out whether she is still in love with her best friend. The latter half of that desire is just a sneak peak into her messy life-and it's only getting messier. Considering the paranormal world she is about to dive head first into, she will come to realize that figuring out her heart may just be the easiest part of this journey. Well, the endless supply of supernatural hotness in this story may beg to differ-but that's besides the point. Either way, it's gonna be a killer time ;) EXCERPT Chicken tacos it is. Right as Renata grabbed the ingredients, she turned to put them next to the stove, where a clean, plastic cutting board awaited. But as she moved, she was confronted by a stranger, an intruder, standing mere inches from her. Before she could scream, he was on her, slamming her against the fridge. Her back flashed with sharp pain. Her eyes pricked with fear as she drank in his uncovered face. Deeply tanned skin. Ruby red eyes-ruby red eyes? Thick, slashing eyebrows. Flat, broad nose. Buzzcut. Handsome. That was as far as she would go in complimenting him considering this guy held a knife to her throat. When he spoke, his voice came out like thunder. It held a thousand threats and a thousand secrets. It held promise of pain if provoked. "If you scream," he warned, mouth pulled in a slight snarl, "this ends quickly." She didn't dare nod against the blade. He noticed and amusement lit up for just a second in those devilish eyes. Oh, whoever the fuck this was, she already hated him. Considering her predicament, panic was the most prominent emotion coursing through her at the moment. "Good." He removed his hand "Now you're going to answer my questions." °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°

Angel Mortem wasn't your normal 16 year old girl. She was adopted since birth and has been carted all around Australia. She didn't fit in anywhere so she just went about her business without any friends or people she could talk to. What she didn't know was happening was she was changing. She was a mistake. Something that was never meant to happen. And when her father finally shows up after 16 years on her birthday. It takes a gun and a bullet for her to realise that she really isn't normal and her life will never be the same again. *COMPLETED: 16/February/2017* *FINISHED EDITING: 05/March/2017*

This is based on the game 'A Date With Death,' so if you're familiar, yet haven't finished, or want to play it but haven't yet, there will be major spoilers (so maybe hold off on this fic.) ⚠️SPOILERS BELOW!!!⚠️ After four days of trying to take your soul away from you, your 'little Grim Reaper' finds his feelings contradicting with his work. No matter how many times or how hard he tries to take your life for the claiming of your soul, some miracle, perhaps Lady Luck, prevents him from doing so. Despite himself and his frustration, he can't help but feel a bit of... *tension*... between the two of you. He's given up on taking your soul and is fully prepared to lose the bet you both agreed to. Now, he spends his time attempting to steal your heart with flirtation and romantic advances. On the chilly evening, he calls you, as per usual. Though, halfway through the call, you look a little *excited.* He feels his body reacting to your excitement as you act on it right in front of him, despite how he cannot see anything directly. "Sunsh... ine... what are you d-doing-? Y-you can't just..."

[ highest ranking: #179 in paranormal ] Something wicked is coming to Ashdown, Vermont. Something dark, deadly, and... platinum blonde? 17 year-old Lila Cabrera is a certifiable hot mess. Last spring, on the night of Junior Prom, Lila survived a fatal car crash - one that left her then-boyfriend, Will, dead, before they could even reach the dance. Because of that night, Lila has lost her friends, her sense of protection, and, worst of all, the love of her life. Now, Lila is a senior, still grieving her lost love, and she has no idea what she wants to do with her life. But that's okay, because on the 3 month anniversary of the crash, the Grim Reaper himself shows up at her house, warning her that she is fated to die by her 18th birthday next May. The Reaper then says that his job is to help her live out her bucket list before he collects her soul on that fated day. But does The Reaper, who's sarcastic, sardonic and skeleton-like, have ulterior motives? Can Lila prevent her fate? And is Will really gone? There's only one way to find out - and it's through Death himself. [ an original fic ] © october 2017 - august 2018 by athena m.

"I love you." Jack smiled. They looked at each other for what felt like a decade. "...no, no you don't." Willow rolled her eyes. "It seemed like the part of our fight where I should say it," he smirked, making her anger rise even more. "Why are you doing this?" He looked at her with confusion, hearing the fear in her voice. "Treating me like this? Do you hate me or something? Or do you just not care if I live or die?" His eyes widened for a second before he shook his head. "I don't hate you, nor want you to die. But I can't like you either, humans live a short life, I live forever. I can't let myself get attached to someone that will just die on me, or put you in danger," he sighed, scratching his neck. Something in his voice made her believe this wasn't his words, but rather words he had been told. Do you love reapers, forbidden love, and a bad boy you can't help but adore? Then this is the story for you! Join Willow on her journey as she discovers the hidden supernatural world that has been right under her nose for longer than she even remembers. And pray to Death for her soul, cause damn, she's gonna need it. Saving her brother, certainly brought complications Willow had never expected, like becoming a reaper's bloodbag, or as he likes to call it, pet.

Death. A terrifying concept. But what about when YOU are Death? Is it still so scary of a thing, or does it mellow out now that you are the one cursed to replace the old Death. You had been around in the Dark Ages, replacing the old Death, and working alongside the Boogeyman, but you never liked Pitch -his more recent name-. You never killed for fun, but for the dead ones. Pitch saw it as striking down anyone you wanted, which you could, but wouldn't. You never spoke a single word to Pitch, so he grew to believe you were a mute Death.

Some say that the Grim reaper is a mysterious ,murderous man; who lives in the shadows and awaits another human being's soul. Well I would've agreed.... Only if he wasn't a She and if that she wasn't my mom. My name is Catherine Howard- Grim. I'm 17 years old and I just moved to a different country called America. My dad's African American and my mom well is...death. I never thought about my whole 'aura' or my whole heritage because I am proud of who I am. But everything changed when I met him. For better and for worse. How will the daughter of death cope with her new found emotions? What would everyone think about the new kind? Read and find out in my new book... "THE SPAWN OF THE GRIM REAPER"