[COMPLETED] Katrina Parker has never been normal, even by werewolf standards. An outcast, ostracized by her pack because of her unique Gift: the uncanny ability to see the future. After finding out that her mate has impregnated her sister, she rejects him and condemns herself to a life of solitude. All of that changes when a certain annoying, cocky, sexy Alpha comes to her territory to claim his spoil of war. The only problem? She hates him. Even worse? She's hiding a dark secret. A deadly one. ••Book 4 of the Gift Chronicles. Can be read as a standalone novel••

With only three weeks left of summer, Nora and her friends decided to road trip to a secluded territory with a wondrous lake in Northwest Indiana. Unbeknownst to them, the territory has been claimed by one of the most powerful men in North America, and they were trespassing. A while later, Nora runs into this owner of the land, and despite his intimidating aura there's another foreign emotion settling deep in her chest whenever her brown eyes connect with his striking silver gaze. Unfamiliar to the feeling, Nora shrugs it off; completely oblivious to the fact that not only has she now captured the interest of the most powerful and dangerous man in North America, but has also set foot inside a whole different world known to only exist in mythical books. * Note: This is not your classical Werewolf story. * Top rankings: #1 in Romance - 3rd January, 2021 #1 in Myth - 6th January, 2021 #1 in Legend - 24th January, 2021 #1 in Fiction - 9th August, 2021 * Word count: 90,000 - 100,000

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything... her reputation, her home, and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded... Only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before she died. Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of those around her. This time she won't trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she'll have the power and the money to protect herself. Lenora has already lost everything once. She's not going to lose again. No matter what the cost. (Cover submitted by @QueenHelmer)

Alpha Gage was known for his ruthless army when threatened and his words... or lack thereof. It was said that he didn't speak much and when he did it could shake even the mightiest warrior and she was no exception. He was also the youngest alpha in the states after taking down his ruthless dictator of a father. He was rude, cold, thoughtless, smart, and her mate. Korali just floated by, she would let her destiny find her rather than going to search for it, like most people her age. She was fine with blending in the background and she definitely wasn't looking for her moody, careless, brute of a mate. Jordan was an enigma and he trusted almost no one. And the one he did trust definitely wasn't her. This is the story of when two worlds collide in an unwilling fashion. Sparks or flames, either way it would end in fire. Cover by: @anaesthetics-

Mates are found before you turn 22 - that's the rule. If you don't, you are branded. Being branded as an Unfortunate isn't easy, and you can't come back from it. Avery Wilcott: the daughter of an Alpha, formerly an Alpha herself. Branded at 22, she threw herself into training. A spinster, an Unfortunate, and living at home with her parents and Alpha brother, she's a disappointment to the werewolf community - and to her mate. Start date: May 16th 2020 Completed: September 19th 2020 Chapters get longer the further in you go! #22 in Romance - 08.10.2020-10.10.2020!! #405 in Love - 20.11.2020 #48 in Chicklit - 21.03.21 #18 in Werewolf - 12.12.2020 #1 in Mates - 10.11.2020 #1 in Luna - 02.10.2020

| ranked #1 | | 4.24.16| | completed | | wattpad featured story 8/17/16 | | winner of a collectors edition WATTY 2016 | "How many times do I have to say this until you accept it? Those people are mine, those soldiers are mine, you are mine." I freeze. "Well," I straighten my spine, tightening my fists," I am not to be owned by anyone, least of all you. And my people aren't either. I will not allow you to do this." "You won't allow me to?" He scoffs. "And how are you going to stop me?" "If you do not call off this awful plan, I will reject you, as my mate." highest rank: 1

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION