Wattpad is like a dysfunctional family that seems to have a family gathering all year round... And some of them write stories. What I'm trying to say is that there are many types of people on Wattpad and some of them are pretty funny.

"Don't move." His husky voice spoke below a whisper, my shoulders pressed against his muscular chest. I relaxed, feeling the small flutter of his wings as I reached out to stroke the long tempting feathers. His wings extended, slowly wrapping themselves around my body. "What are you doing?" I'd drop my arms to my side, with sudden realization. He chuckled lowly, leaning forward to place his face close to mine. His lips were dangerously close. "Protecting you." ********************* It is said that God's most precious and trusted creatures are the angels. They are guided by Him, and they obey His orders. They keep the mortals safe. There is eventually one accomplishment they seek to achieve for the human race. Purity. It is said that some turned away from Him, following Lucifer down to Earth and Hell, where they were banned from Heaven. The Fallen. Their wings black as night; their hearts even darker. It is said their dark possessed hearts can never be cured. Their strive for rebellion, death, torture, and power can never be taken away from them. Was I the only one to prove them wrong? ----------------------- HIGHEST RANKINGS: #8 in Paranormal

"What big ears you've got." My voice trembled as he slid a hand down my back. "All better to hear you, love." He replied huskily, his lips millimeters from mine. "What big teeth you've got." My eyes dropped down to his kissable lips. He paused. "All the better to eat you with." Then he sunk his fangs in my neck, and I screamed in pain. ______________________________________________ We've all heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood. How she stumbles upon the Big Bad Wolf on her trip to her Grandmother's house. We all know good wins in the end. They always do. Unfortunately, this is a different story. This is the story of Juliette, or also formally known as Red. Juliette has never quite fit well among her village and the girls her age. Her passion for the snowy woods beyond the safe walls has only grown, curiosity dragging her in. Who knows what lies among the trees? Perhaps her worst nightmare. The Big. Bad. Wolf.

The past is something hard to run from, especially when the one person you want to protect from it, is the one who has been there the whole time. James had been living his life in denial, denial of reason, of pain, of memory. Ella has supported him through everything. So how can she move into her future, when she is in love with someone who is frightened of becoming their past. To Whom it May Concern "To Whom it May Concern" ©copyright 2014 Cecelia Tucker I do not own any of the pictures used, all rights go to respective owners.