Lonely and outcast by his classmates, Remus Lupin wishes on a moonshadow for a friend who understands him. To his amazement, his wish is answered not once, but three times, by his former enemies, the Marauders. This story is by Moonsign. I own nothing. Only the cover.

[Teen Fiction, LGBT+ Romance] 6 weeks. After a prank war goes too far, that's how long star quarterback and lady's man Farren Milton will be forced to live with his rival quarterback, a snarky bundle of wit known as Kaden Rivers. What ensues is six weeks of fighting, friendship, sarcasm, and eye rolling. A whole load of eye rolling. But, as Farren and Kaden are about to learn, sometimes six weeks is all it takes. [Part 1 published 14th August 2017] [Completed 17th November 2017]

Samantha Peterson has wealthy parents. Her so called friends not only murder her parents, but rob them and become wealthy themselves and soon the richest people in the country as they built off this stolen wealth. Three years after this , Samantha returns for revenge. Not just any revenge. She has changed her appearance and name. Samantha Peterson is gone and now in her place is Victoria Strickings. Alexander Celeste. A man who shares the same hatred towards her main evildoer, Marcus Williams aids Victoria in her fight to regain what was hers. And hell. They might have succeeded. [Highest Ranking; #1 Action #1 Mystery/thriller]

"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.