Athena owns and runs a beauty salon downtown. One day she started receiving random calls and texts from an unknown number. At first, she brushed it off until they became threats and her best friend, Bethany, urges her to file a police report. What happens when the threats start to happen and a Detective gets put on the case? Will he be able to solve the case before falling for Athena? #1 in hairdresser 08/26/22 #5 in threats 08/30/22 #2 in adultfiction 10/15/22 #1 in cops 11/2/22 #6 in threats 12/01/22 Beautiful cover photo made by Lissasysnop! The story is my own so please do not steal my work!!!!! Copyrighted 2022© All Rights Reserved

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.

A wholesome love-at-first sight werewolf story where the mate isn't an Alpha, and they actually want to be together. Life as a rogue isn't easy, especially for a runt living in No Man's Land. Jade has gained an impressive set of skills over the years, such as evading ferals, camouflaging her scent, and sniffing out expensive truffles, but few packs want to accept a runt. When she finally gets invited into a pack, she picks up an irresistible scent. Her soulmate. Jade must decide if she's willing to grasp what is likely her only chance at unconditional love - or flee in case her potential mate rejects her and shatters her heart forever. ---- Excerpt: My steps faltered as I noticed that two of the pursuing wolves had sped ahead and were waiting to intercept me. I launched toward a tree and ricocheted off at a ninety-degree angle without slowing down. One of the wolves behind quickly followed and began closing in. I started to panic, looking around frantically for a way to escape. I saw a rabbit burrow under a small bramble bush and desperately raced towards it. I darted under the edge of the plant and heard the tan wolf go around as he expected me to come out the other side. It gave me the precious seconds I needed to squeeze down the tunnel. My relief was short-lived - the rabbit that dug this burrow had not survived long enough to finish it. The tunnel was only about twice as long as the average human arm, and I could clearly see the entrance. I sent a silent prayer that the bramble bush would deter them and that they would not realize just how shallow this burrow was. I waited anxiously. The entire semi-polished draft can be read for free on Wattpad. The polished version can also be purchased on Amazon in print/ebook/audio. Copyright January 2017. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story/plot. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *werewolf ranks* as long as credit is given.

❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.

And at each period, her heart broke a little more. - "Sometimes love isn't about staying. It's about leaving when you need to." Cover by @-ADEELAJ-

In which two insomniacs find connection through their unslept nights. All rights reserved © 2016 LeiLani Lopez [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns ] {Highest ranking: #18//Short story} Warning :: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. To read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to: [http://my.w.tt/UiNb/Rg94ZevvMz]

in which vanessa rose writes her suicidal letters, specifically to her bully. cover by @atolla

Luna is always looking at the bright side of things. She looks for any ray of sunshine in a sea of darkness. She manages to bring a smile to her face even on her darkest days. One day she stumbles upon a boy in a library. Everyone needs a little bit of light in their life. Maybe she could be his. Highest ranks: #1 in library #1 in teen love #1 in funny #2 in high school #2 in cute #2 in good girl #1 in cliche #3 in friends to lovers

❝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