[BoyxBoy Romance] Freshman, sophomore, and junior year. Those are the years that Evan and Christian have known each other. Those are the years that they have hated each other. Or maybe not. ~ ~ ~ Evan Reed expects his senior year to be like all of his other years at Lockwood Academy. He expects that the teachers will be mean and the subjects will be hard. He figures that Christian Lockwood will be as arrogant as ever and the rivalry between them will go on. And maybe it will. But maybe things change.

Seventeen-year-old Karasi Shujaa ain't afraid of no ghosts - although technically they are called roho mbaya - and poachers. Blessed by the gods of her tribe with the magic to mimic the powers of animals, Karasi hunts both down without a sense of fear-not an easy task with her 9 PM curfew. The only thing Karasi does fear is getting caught kissing her girlfriend, as being a lesbian is illegal in Kenya. When a sacred lion cub-the source of Karasi's magic-is stolen by a poaching syndicate influenced by the demonic serpent Kifonyoka, it endangers the natural balance. However, before Karasi can rescue it, her father, a tribal man who neither believes in the gods nor their magic, ships her off to live in Washington D.C. Although her magic draining away, Karasi will fight for what she views as her birthright. With the support of her gods, Karasi must outwit Kifonyoka and his deadly disciples to rescue the cub. Or else Karasi would lose her magic, her mother's legacy, and the love of the girl of her dreams.

She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.

No one even knew that it was possible, but seeing is believing. Usually werewolves meet their mates after they meet their wolves for the first time when they are 16 years old. What will happen when the young alpha meets his mate at the age of 6? Alana is a small abused 5 year old, Elijah is a overprotective 6 year old alpha. They have a connection like no one has seen before. What will happen if soulmates meet as such a young age? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ This is my first book ever! There might be some spelling/grammar mistakes, it might be cliche. Who knows? Let's see what happens... I hope you enjoy! Comment and Vote! Pictures are from the internet and does not belong to me.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Lothryn was raised to believe the world has fallen victim to a zombie apocalypse. He's never been outside and speaks a made-up language. Hannah's a college student who can't decide on majoring in linguistics or psychology. One day they met.