Years after her mothers death, Lyla's father is still coping. When things become stressful, he is compelled to sell his daughter. But he doesn't just sell her to anyone. No, he sells her to the werewolf world. Where all werewolves are bought, sold, traded, or enslaved. Never are they free.

Emma Newfound had always grown up near the ocean. She loved the crystal clear water of Florida's coast. Emma's life had not been the best. She was always bullied in school, her mom was still recovering from a heartbreaking divorce, and she was self conscious beyond belief. The ocean has always been, and will always be, her escape. One day, the ocean, would change her life forever.

*Sequel to 'A Divergent Turn of Events* (this doesn't have to be read first, but it would help) Tris and Four are trying to make a go of their new found relationship, although due to complications - they are forced to keep it a secret. But what happens when these secret rendezvous turn into shocking revelations? There will be; Secrets, Lies, Romance, Confrontations, Cat-fights, Laughter, tears, Murder, Intrigue, Those Three Little Words and last of all...a very divergent escape. Rated (R) for some later themes - but it's not too bad.

A prank from Uriah goes terribly wrong when Tris decides to put him in his place once and for all. With help from Christina she humiliates Uriah, finally catches Four's attention and proves to the whole of Dauntless she's no longer a 'stiff'..........all whilst wearing a very small towel. Humor, Sarcasm and some Naughty/Flirtatious language (i'd rate it PG-13 but Wattpad seems to think it should be R so.....). There will be Fourtris (Eventually...with small moments throughout...............so don't you worry.)

"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.