Quinn is a werewolf living in the Diamond Crescent pack. Being the head pack warrior's daughter, she is physically and mentally strong and will fight anyone or anything that gets in the way of her goals. The last thing she needs right now is a mate but the annual mating ball is coming up and this year she's of age to attend. Will Quinn get her way and walk away from the ball mateless or will her mate find her and force her into a life she isn't ready for? If her mate does find her, will she have the strength to step away from the one person who was truly made for her or will her years of training not be enough and she'll bend to his will? ___________________________________________________________________ I paused momentarily, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I wonder where that scent was coming from. Suddenly it was right on top of me. I abruptly opened my eyes and saw a well dressed chest in front of me. Blue suit, I mused. Slowly, I looked up into the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. "Mate." The word had slipped from my mouth before I even knew I'd thought it. I saw a glint in the man's eyes and he gave me a bright smile. It was hard not to return it. "Allow me to introduce myself," he started. He seemed a bit nervous. At least I wasn't the only one. "I am..." ___________________________________________________________________ Chapters are generally 1,000-2,000 words so you can breeze through a couple chapters in one sitting! Highest Rankings: 8/21/2023- #1 luna 8/21/2023- #3 possessive 8/22/2023- #2 alpha 8/22/2023- #5 mature 8/26/2023- #1 werewolf 8/27/2023- #2 completed 8/28/2023- #3 royalty 8/30/2023- #1 kickassheroine 9/2/2023- #2 mates 9/17/2023- #1 wolf 9/27/2023- #1 featured 9/27/2023- #5 boyxgirl 10/23/2023- #1 strong-female-character

── b.katsuki ff marry me, senpai!!!! wherein a feral blond simps for his senpai. . . . . boku no hero academia status: complete ©catconnoisseur 2021

an arranged marriage that is loveless, nothing more a toji fushiguro x female reader

" oi test tube baby, stop breaking my phone out of spite you demon fuck. " " i don't know who this is but sucks to be you. " in which, a boy meets his brother's number neighbor. - tim drake x fem!oc texts && real life warnings ;; cusses and etc !¡ i dont own anything besides my oc and the plot to this book xoxo

▃▃▃▃▃ "i'm sorry, sukuna. this was inevitable after all". ╔═══════ in which gojō kiyo attempts to reseal the ryōmen sukuna. ═══════╝ ▃▃▃▃▃ warnings: • slight ooc • may be spoilers • lowercase intended • inuyasha inspired ▃▃▃▃▃ started: 1/23/2021 finished: 2/27/2021

➪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ᴘʀᴏ-ʜᴇʀᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ➪ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ! ➪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʜᴀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʀɪᴋᴏsʜɪ. ➪ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ➪ ɪ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ USJ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs UA ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ. Tʜᴇ ɴᴏ. 3 ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ, ᴀ 16-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴀss 1-A's sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ. Sʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss sᴀғᴇ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴʀᴜʟʏ, ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀssᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ's ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ? Credit for the quirk in this story goes to @vote4kiba and be sure to go check out their Bakugo x Reader story, Protecting You! ➪ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ: 3/23/21

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.