{SAMPLE} Rae has been given responsibility from a young age. After her mother's death and her father's abandonment she was left to raise her five siblings at the age of sixteen. Now just turning nineteen she's put her life on hold to keep her family together but this year she won't be able to say no to the 'The Run'. 'The Run' is a way of werewolves to find their mates and with the fall equinox coming Rae is out of excuses. The first full moon of the season is just days away and with it come the other eligible wolves from all over the country. Will Rae find her mate? She can only hope not but fate is tricky, especially when it comes to finding the other half of your soul. Warning: this story cuts off at chapter 13 and the rest is available for purchase. Sorry for the inconvenience. *Buy the rest here: http://bit.ly/TheRunAmazon Or in Radish!

❝A book for comebacks.❞ WARNING// If easily offended please do not read this book as you might be upset by some of the content.

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Jane's family has a dreadful secret. They have been cursed to live in the world of their own dreams until a descendant can break the spell. From Alice Kingsleigh, to Jane March. It's her turn to bear the curse, and she finds herself stuck in the realm of Harry Potter. Will she be able to distinguish between dreams and reality? Will she finally be the one to break the curse?

Eden's world was turned upside down. She was changed, made into a monster, mutated into something Mother Nature never intended to create. Her genetic makeup was tampered with and altered by people who wanted to create a bloodthirsty killing machine. And now, she's trying to control the beast within, before she hurts those she cares about the most. But the question remains. Who will prevail, man or monster?

Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.

"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.