Derek Hale doesn't do distractions. Not in the boardroom. Not in the bedroom. And definitely not from the cocky, too-smart-for-his-own-good assistant he never wanted in the first place. He's the cold-blooded CEO of Hale Enterprises - a billion-dollar empire built on innovation, influence... and secrets. He's also the last alpha of a dying bloodline, hunted since childhood by the supernatural elite who burned his family alive. And now? He runs Beacon Hills like a fortress. No one gets in. No one gets close. Until Stiles Stilinski walks into his office - all sarcasm, sass, and hidden scars. What starts as a paycheck quickly unravels into something far more dangerous. Because Stiles isn't just annoying. He's something else. Something hunted. Something ancient. Something even Derek doesn't fully understand. And the closer they get, the faster the masks fall. Power collides with passion. Lies bleed into loyalty. And the truth about what they are - and what they could become - could either save them... Or destroy everything. One broken alpha. One snarky assistant with a secret. One office where everything burns. Mr. Hale will see you now. And he always gets what he wants.

It was a Monday Afternoon and the pack was having their usual meeting. The only problem was that Stiles, Scott, and Isaac, were late once again. Usually nobody minded because the three usually brought dinner, but this time, the three boys were 20 minutes late and the meeting had already started. Finally the pack heard the doors slam and an enraged Stiles say "STOP CALLING ME THAT, IM SORRY THAT I CARE!" They heard him start to stomp up the stairs while Isaac and Scott laughed their heads off. Stiles was almost to the door when Scott and Isaac raced up the stairs and made it through door and they dropped the bag of food from the down town diner, on the table. "DEREK! Tell them to stop calling me a name!" Stiles shouted walking in. The boys collapsed in laughter again and Derek asked what they were calling him. "They, they, keep calling me, pack mom" stiles said, everybody laughed and Stiles raced out, with a hurt puppy expression. Why is Stiles acting like a pack mom? Read to find out!

soulmates. someone who will love you forever. it's not always that easy. (I am also posting this story on Archive of Our Own)

All was peaceful in Ba Sing Se until a certain water tribe boy applies for a job at the jasmine dragon. What's worse is that he doesn't even recognise the Fire-nation boy who already works there... Let's just say hilarity ensues!

Stiles promised himself that the werewolves didn't smell the depression and desperation wafting off of him because they were simply distracted, not because they couldn't care less. He told himself that he's just good at hiding it. Stiles was trying so damn hard. But he's broken so many promises to himself. All rights reserved.

I can't take it anymore, my wolf and I need to see him...smell him, kiss him, be with him. I need Stiles. ----------- Smut and cursing In this story Stiles is 18 and Derek is 24 so it's legal :) Also, English is not my first language. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I DO NOT OWN TEENWOLF OR THESE CHARACTERS!! JUST THE SENECIO'S.

In which Draco and Harry finally put their differences aside just before fate decided to unit them. This is my first time writing a Harry Potter book so please don't hate me! Also this is mpreg so if you don't like it, don't read it. I do not own the Harry Potter books nor movies. I only own the plot.

~Drarry~ "Then why did you leave?" Draco couldn't help but ask and a look of surprise flashed on his face when he saw sadness take over Harry's green eyes. "Sometimes," the raven said, searching his next words very carefully. "life is cruel. And you need to get away from it." his answer was vague and it held many meanings behind it that Draco couldn't grasp. "From it? Or from me?" Draco spat, anger lacing his tone as he understood his words wrong. Harry sighed, reaching up and cradling the blond's face in his hands, making him look up at the raven. Suddenly he didn't look so angry. Nobody had ever held Draco with such care. He didn't like how it was making him feel at all. "You don't get it, darling." he said quietly, seeing the blond's eyes searching his own to get a read of his emotions as he spoke. "I got away from a cruel life, yes, but I didn't get away from you." he said, his voice now dropping into a whisper as he pressed their foreheads together. Draco's heart hammered in his chest. "I found you." And with that he left, leaving a stunned and very much confused Draco still pressed against the wall as he wondered what the hell did that even mean. I do not own Harry Potter nor its characters. I own the story line of this book.

Derek Hale is the black sheep of the family, always has been. That's why he moved to Seattle. Now he's got a job he loves, a nice apartment with an incredibly hot and endearing neighbor, Stiles Stilinski. One night when Derek's overly large and demanding family shows up early for their yearly visit, they run into Stiles, who is accidentally introduced as Derek's boyfriend.

Stiles hates condom. He wants Derek to fill him everytime they...you know. Stiles loves the sensation. Derek is a werewolf anyway, what disease he could possibly have? His mate needs to relax. Besides, it's not like Stiles can get PREGNANT. (Guess again)