They'd all heard the rumors about Edward Cullen. Being with him had become a rite of passage and the 'where' decided your status for the rest of your High School Career. A very lucky few made it all the way to his bed, most girls only got as far as his couch. I didn't even make it past the door. AH

The vines wound skillfully at her sides and bloomed again above her ****, a perfect flower with pale pink petals, the center dewy. The artwork was elaborate and entrancing, but not more than the scars of stitching along the joints of her shoulders and where the legs met her torso. 'Do you not see what I am, Edward' she whispered. 'I'm a monster's creation, a mad man's idea of love

It watched and waited for the perfect time. It was actually the cause for the urban legends. Warning: Extreme sexual content, extreme violence and character assault. There will be death and sex, sometimes with multiple partners and slash. You are warned.

He's a young but jaded musician writing lyrics for his band, and she's a naive, frustrated poet looking to break out of her shell; their words collide online. What happens when they meet in high school, unaware of their literary connection?

When Bella Swan moved to Forks, Washington, she turned jaded musician Edward Cullen's world upside down. But he wasn't the only one affected by her presence. Fanfic My Fanfic Contest Tropic of Virgo - Popular Vote, Second Place Winner.