[ 2 ] *In dire need of editing, re-jigging and everything else under the sun!* Nate is one of Carsons closest friends, dopy, idiotic and funny are but three words to describe the nineteen year old. After supporting Carson through his forbidden relationship with his old teacher he has now got his own issues which he may need some support on. Nate has fallen for Mitch Mays who just so happens to be his chums father. After a heated kiss in the past Nate is wanting more from the relationship but will Mitch feel the same or put the one thing he loves more, in the way?... his company.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Females were weak, and definitely not seen as equal to their male counterparts. Instead, all they were seen to have was the body, the potential for young and had no capacity for greatness. Females having a brain, well... that would just be absurd. Males, however, had everything. The power, the influence, the authority, the drive and to top the sexist cherry on the cake- the opportunities the females weren't given. In a world where males dominate the werewolf society and females are seen as nothing more than a personal maid, it's not easy growing up without a sausage tucked between your legs. Kacie suffers a tough life and with becoming a rogue brings about the darkness all wolves fear. Insanity isn't a thing to tamper with, especially when you're as weak minded and feeble as a female, and Kacie does just that. The wholeness of her mind depends on if she gives in to the darkness of rejection or if she thrives from it. Can insanity be your best friend? (Not a story for the faint-hearted, does contain sexual content, morbid topics and dark areas) Cover by LostWolf_101 Contains explicit sexual content and swearing (you have been warned)

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14