Hello fellow Fanfiction lovers!! My name is Nakayla, but most people call me Nikki. I just rediscovered my fanfiction account when I had a craving for some Hakuoki and Saiyuki fanfiction. I'm finally grown and I'm loving it, but I find less time to get on the computer. I know I'm late but those of you who are actually into my story it's never going to be finished. I actually hate Twilight now, so don't see myself ever finishing it; however I MAY get around to uploading a couple of the chapter I had previously written if I can find them, but that was from years ago smh. Sorry...

Really I love lemons and limes in stories, especially in love stories. The writings that exclude strong language and atleast some sexual presence, though may be very well, seem to lose a sense of realism. Yes I respect that people have the right and very well may prefer to avoid some things, but if I had to choose between two stories right off the back, I would assume the one with these ever present elements would be the more believable of the two. Besides, I love sex, thus I love lemons lol.

You're hot, I'd tap that...and by tap I mean stalk and eventually sexually assault.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

And tell your boyfriend, that if he says he's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't FUCKIN scared of him!!--3OH3

My imaginary friend thinks you have problems...Oh and just cuz you can't see him, doesn't mean my imaginary friend isn't real.

I'm the poison that eats your soul away.

I can become your worst nightmare or your favorite dream. Choose wisely because I won't give you a second chance.

AND THEN BUFFY KILLED EDWARD. THE END.

Secrets do not kill, they help me exist. I live in secrecy, and don't tend to make friends. If you want to know me, you first, must gain my trust, which isn't easy, I was born without the trusting gene. Thats all there is to it. Mess with me, my family, or my friends, and you should just dig your own grave. Don't expect mercy, I hate that kinda thing.

You humans are always talking about hearts. It's as if you have them in your hands. What my eye doesn't see, doesn't exist. If I rip open your chest, will I find it there? If I crack open your skull, will I find it there?

-Don't tell me the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon.

I'm often described as wierd, but when you look at it, it's a compliment. As you get to know me more, I'm an angel with attitude, or a demonic angel with a side of vampire or ninja in her.