"You do realize that I'm supposed to tell you when you're throwing yourself into a dangerous situation and that doing this will probably get you killed, right?" "I don't need you to take care of me, Sage." "Says the werewolf that fell into the floor." Sage Connelly was notoriously known for the fire that killed her entire family when she was only ten years old. Granted, that name held importance for an entire year before people eventually forgot about the Connelly's and the other family involved in the fire, the Hale's. Nearly six years later, when the little girl is not so little anymore, Sage comes back with more than just a leather jacket hanging on her shoulders. She comes back with a personality distinctly different from what her old friends remembered, not only stunning Jackson Whittemore into silence but efficiently taking away Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski's ability to talk about the dead body found in the woods the night before. Even more, the bite on Scott's body that held an importance only two people in town could help him with: Sage, to her dismay, was one of them. When Derek Hale calls upon her help, giving her the title of Scott McCall's personal babysitter, she's inevitably forced to tag along with the boy's trusty side-kick. The introverted and overly, well, intimidating qualities that the blonde had lead Stiles Stilinski into an unfathomable struggle of convincing himself that Sage Connelly was just a crush, and that Lydia Martin would forever be the one holding his heart. That lasted as long as the one-way conversation the boy had with the strawberry blonde in the middle of a hospital. His downward spiral leads him directly into the arms of a stubborn, damn blonde that was confident she didn't need a boy in her life that was still tripping over an elementary school crush. [Season One & Two of Teen Wolf] IN THE SLOW PROCESS OF EDITING. SEQUEL IS NOW PUBLISHED, 'STILL' © Copyright 2016 | vividparacosm Cover: @amberIes

Anita Lockett was sent to Eichen House at a young age after claiming seeing her older sisters corpse along with talking to other people who were dead. At age 19, she was finally back home. But of course, keeping her so called 'gift' of communicating to ghosts has to be kept a secret. But, to Beacon Hills High? Everyone knew who she was. Once in Eichen, you get your own name. "Oh, all that I did to try to undo it All of my pain and all your excuses I was a kid but I wasn't clueless (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this) All of my past, I tried to erase it But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but (We are not the same)" "Ghosts are guilt. Ghosts are secrets. Ghosts are regrets and failings. But most times, most times a ghost is a wish. And my only wish is to come home" **Season 2-4 & 6B + the movie** **Derek X OC**

❝Leave me alone before I file a restraining order against you two!❞ ❝Been there. Done that. Didn't work.❞ [ EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE ] [ SEASON 4 - 6 ]

Sarah Reynolds doesn't believe in love. To her the myth of love belongs in fairy tale stories for little girls. She knows sex and money make the world go round. Matthew Weiss is a tough bodyguard who isn't interested in meeting the right girl. He is dedicated to keeping his next mark safe from a very dangerous person, at any cost. At their first meeting, their attraction sparks to life. Falling in love isn't part of the plan but neither are the lies and betrayal that will tear them apart. When the lies come to light, the only thing on Sarah's mind is revenge and making him pay. *Please note this is only a five chapter sample of the published book.

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦." "𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥' 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which everyone is wrapped around willow worthington's finger, derek hale included. [ seasons 1 - 5 ✓ ︎; 6 - ongoing ] [ if you don't like innocent, helpless oc's who are not and will never become a badass, then this isn't for you . just move on and leave your complaints about my baby alone ] [ translation [spanish] - @HeyItsBlackieee ]

Scarlet just wants to be left alone and finish high school as she moved away from her home. People at her old school saw her as odd and she only had two best friends that were left back in London when she moved. She is forced into a new school being the new girl and hating the people in the school. Everybody seemed to enjoy drama and teasing the new girl relentlessly but she knows how to stand up for herself and she can be more dangerous than they think. Some trauma from home is found and in danger of being told, things that she doesn't really want people to know. You'd think getting through high school would be easy. A certain bad boy who happens to be her neighbor takes a keen interest in her. She's never liked anyone and has had no real interest in any relationship, only her studies that kept her busy. He's smart but acts like he's the greatest and he tries to impress her but she can hardly be impressed by things she can do. Distractions around every corner with the bad boy and the popular mean girl group that doesn't approve of the bad boys attention on her.

When Ashley found out that she was pregnant with twins, she couldn't wait to share the good news with her husband. But when he got home later that night, he told her that he wanted a divorce without really giving her a reason why. Heartbroken, Ashley does the only thing that she could do. She signed the divorce papers. Now she's forced to go through her pregnancy alone with no one to help her but her friend, Mayla. During her pregnancy, complications occurred that gives Ashley a new outlook on life. She realizes that not everything is as it seems and not everyone can be trusted. *Originally written by ForeverInfinities* Descriptions are not my best but hopefully, the actual story would be better. :))

[COMPLETE] I'm a dramatic person, I'll admit, but I can promise you that I am being completely reasonable when I say that I hope Darcy Freaking Grayson gets hit by a bus. Or that he moves back to the UK. Anything, really, as long as he stays away from me. Why, you may ask? Is he... Grumpy? Yep. Cold? Yep. Try-hard tortured? Yep. Hiding a seriously messed-up past? Yep. Haunted by daddy-issues? A whole freaking truck-load of them. He's basically a walking, talking lump of miserable coal whom I extremely dislike being around. ...Then why can't I stop kissing him?

'You hurt me, And I hurt you. We are forever even.' /// 'So why are you talking to me again?' 'Switch up the scenery,' he replied shortly. I frowned and took a small bite of my ice cream. Only a week ago I was crying in his arms with bruised knuckles at a bus stop. I had decided that would be the last time we would ever even be together. I had thought that it would turn into an embarrassing memory that I would always associate with his name. Yet here we were. He was sitting across from me with tinted lips from stained ice-cream. And this very moment caused me to wonder what more would come from that memory. I was a firm believer in avoiding violence. This is ironic since I was the one who punched a girl. But the more I thought about it and the more I took in Blake's presence sitting across from me, the more I came to the conclusion that maybe something good came from it. And to think, this entire thing was sprouted from one ride home. ~ ~ ~ WARNING: -This book contains profanity -It also has sexual dialogue and very suggested sexual scenes so it may get a lil frisky ~I have already pre-written most of this book so updates should be fairly quick

"You dropped this." I heard a husky voice say. I turned around to look at what I dropped and realized it was my schedule. I gasped. Damn, I would have been fucked if I'd lost it. I guess I didn't put it in my bag... I looked up to thank him, but ended up not being able to find my voice. He's really attractive. Drop dead gorgeous attractive. Hot. He has brown hair that is spiked up in a messy way and shiny chocolate brown eyes that are hard not to stare at. His jawline was firm and he is extremely tall compared to my 5'3" height; he seems like he's 6'1". He looks in good shape -- the white shirt he was wearing showed off his broad muscular chest. He wore a leather-mans jacket from the school over the t-shirt, with black denim jeans, and converse. I swallowed. I snapped out of it and took the paper forcing myself to say "thanks." However, he walked away before I even finished. OK... he obviously isn't interested in the 'new girl' like all the other students are. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed. Out of all the guys that have hit on me in school today he is the only one that has caught my eye -- bad news is that he didn't even bother. "You know him? I'm surprised the cheer-bitch hasn't threatened you yet." Jessica said, her face showing shock. "Um, no I don't know him... and cheer-bitch?" I frowned confused. "She's his ex-girlfriend, but considering she has such a small brain that is a size of a peanut, she won't leave him alone. I mean like seriously, EX; has she not heard of that quote, 'Thanks for the EXperience, Our time has EXpired, now EXit my life.' She is one clueless bimbo. Then again who would leave him alone he is S-E-X-Y!" I laughed. "I am going to love being your friend." I said while I looked back to where he had headed a while ago, but I no longer saw him. I sighed disappointed.