Looking at the motivational poster, I couldn't stop myself from snorting at the ridiculousness of it all. 'Why fit in, when you were born to stand out?' Who ever came up with that masterpiece was clearly not a wolf-shifter or had ever been a teenager. I would have killed to fit in - literally. ---- When you're a single, twenty-four year old wolf-shifter, that is unable to actually shift, pack is the over extended family you try to avoid at Christmas. No matter how hard she has tried to blend in, Samara Franklin has been cursed with not only the inability to shift, but to be what is termed a 'lone wolf'. She has no desire to be one of the pack, to follow her alpha's lead and has always preferred her own company over that of her family. For a race that is so co-dependent on one another, Samara just isn't. Yet it's more than that, Samara knows it, feels it, but what exactly it is, is something she has been unable to discover. Now with reports of someone hunting her kind, could the answers she's been looking for finally be found?

When choices seem impossible the force of Fate gives the extra push. Princess Adallina, huntress in training. Alpha Arden of the Crescent Fire Wolfpack. Fate has plans that neither one expected. How do you love someone you've been told all your life to hate and kill without hesitation?

"You good?" I annoyingly ask as she bangs the elevator walls. "Are you serious?" She paused as she turns towards me. "Your asking me a question like that, In a situation like this?" "Forget that I ask than!" "Maybe if you didn't ask dumb questions than maybe...and I mean maybe, it would help this situation. "That's a lot of maybes?" I smirk as she rolled her eyes. "Just stop talking to me! Your voice is nerve reckoning!" She sigh as she struggle to keep her composure, "-your be doing us both a favor anyways." "Yea I bet." I snap while trying to swallow the lump in my throat as I looked away. -elevator door opens- -------------------- We're trapped in an elevator together, and her constantly panicking is making me want to just pin her to the wall . She's strong, but broken. Plus not to mention, has a snappy attitude along with the rest of her. My wolf wants to claim her and take her. But she's human and too delicate for me. My conscious is telling me to stay away from her because I'm too dangerous but, I keep getting drawn to her. -She's mine and all mines.

"Darling." He smirked and eyed my lips. "Promises can be broken." "I don't break promises," I aimed to assure. "I know because I know you." He stretched his palm to caress my chin and this time, I didn't flinch. "How?" I croaked. "Because I've watched you." His hand moved to brush my hair away from my face. "I know about your schedule, when you sleep, how you like your tea, how you interact with strangers, even down to the kind of shampoo you use." He is a stalker, get away from him! My subconscious screamed at me Instead of me to do that, I did the opposite by asking. "Why, do you know all these?" He simply chuckled and inched his face closer, we stared into each other's eyes for what felt like a decade before he shifted to my ear and whispered. "Because you are my mate." ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Tanya Marie Andre. A female writer who has read many werewolf books but never believed them to be real. Diego Dante Domino. An Alpha who has searched for his mate for centuries. Dive in to see how everything turns out. ⚠️ Mature scenes

"But... How can I be your mate?" She whispered, lowering her head. "I'm a human. Humans and werewolves can't be mates." Slowly, he reached for her face and tipped her chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. Though his expression was inscrutable, there was a perceptible fondness in his eyes whenever he looked at her. "Who said I was a werewolf?" ➳ Highest rankings: - #3 in Wolf - #5 in Mate - #5 in Innocent - #4 in Protective - #11 in RomanceStories

I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has. His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn't mind "praying" to him, any day. "Eva,'' I looked up at Will's face, but my eyes decided to do they're own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs. They're more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy! His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies. He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate? Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.

London was from a pack that was killed by an enemy pack. She was only seventeen when it happened. She was the only one to escape except for a small boy named Aaron. London rescues Aaron and runs from the scene of the corpses of her pack. She lives peacefully with Aaron as rogues before she stumbles into another pack's territory. Both London and Aaron are taken to the alpha of the pack. But once London and Alpha Mason meet, they realize they have found their mate. But it will be difficult to care for Aaron who is not Alpha Mason's blood. Can London be a good Luna? SNEAK PEAK "Don't you touch my pup." I snarled. "Your pup? I don't think so." The alpha chuckled. I growled and faced this alpha. Once I saw his face, I lost my breath and my words. I heard pounding footsteps behind me but I couldn't tear my eyes away. A hand wrapped around my chin and head, about to snap my neck but the alpha roared. The man who had my head stopped. "Take your hands off her. Now." He growled, making his way toward me. The man immediately removed his hands. He glared at the man as he made his way to me. "Marvelous." He whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.

#1st in werewolf #1st in confessions and fighter #1st in humor #5th in romance Hayley Hood is a 17 year old girl who has gone through so many things in her life. Always wearing her protective hood; she manages to remain invisible- that's until the school's five Badboys decide to go to the underground boxing area and see her hooded figure fighting. But Hayley didn't want them involved in her already complicated life. She didn't want her cover to be blown- she wanted to remain invisible. Unfortunately, it was practically impossible for that to happen since Blake, the alpha, was her mate. Since Hayley was a human; she didn't really believe in werewolves apart from a few books she had read as a child. She certainly did not understand why Blake stuck to her like glue and though she kept pushing him away, the mate bond always made her feel attracted to him. The thing is that Hayley had vowed not to let another person enter her life ever since her most precious thing in life had gotten hurt. Her little sister, Mia. Her sister was the only thing that mattered in her life, it was the only thing that kept her alive and going. It was her reason for living and that was why Hayley would fight anything that tried to touch or hurt her little sister. She perfectly knew that if her sister got broken then she too would be broken. And that was her major weakness. Written : May 2015 - 15th July 2018