This is the story of Cassie Swan, the twin sister of Isabella Swan. Cassie unlike Bella where Bella could only have a shield, Cassie was able to communicate with spirits. See what happens when Bella drags Cassie to Volterra. ⚠️Warning: This is a mature story. 18+. Please if you don't want to read any scenes with cursing or smut or anything like that then skip it⚠️

Charlie Swan's niece comes to stay during New Moon. Paul Lahote/OC

When we reach our twenties, we are suddenly faced with many paths that we can choose so we make our choice. Do we follow the dreams of our parents? Do we take the career path that we worked so hard for in college? What happens when we find out that this isn't the right choice? What do we do? Do we stay with this choice in the safe little world, unhappy and afraid? Do we take a chance and change our life plan? Are we strong enough to make that change? Can we do it alone? Do we seek the advice of others? Do we look for help? Do you wonder if you are alone or is there someone out there looking for a change too? Are they a stranger, an old friend? What are the chances that you will meet again? This is Rory Gilmore's story.

A blank and emotionless face had been replaced with a pearly white smile, full of glee and mischief. Her once sickly white eyes back to the glowing sea green orbs that swirled with such happiness and curiosity. Her body loose and accepting, free from all stress and tension. Book 3 of A Demigoddess's Disaster Completed 21st of July 2018 Edited 17th of February 2019

Payton Williams was not your regular Southern Belle. No, she was impolite, had a smart mouth and was a little shit. Not your everyday Texan Sweetheart, who just seemed to know things before they happened. One day, after telling her baby brother Charles that she was only going into town for some sugar, Payton finds herself dead and with a hunger for blood. Then not long after, Charlie joined her, upsetting her beyond belief. But there was one thing that made her existence slightly better. And it was the person who changed her, trained her and freed her. Major Jasper Whitlock. Her mate.

A young, not so young tiger hybrid is pulled into her brothers' bullshit because of a certain doppelgänger and her problems that she can't deal with herself, that bitch. But now she's tits deep in lots of bullshit, everyone's fucking bullshit. Not to mention there's suddenly another hybrid hanging over her shoulder, giving her weird looks that she's yet to figure out. Add teeth, blood, magic and a few...okay a lot...of curse words and you've got a story. Completed 31 July 2020

Hartlyn Black never woke from the Death Curse. Instead, waking in another world, all alone. So lonely, that Death had offered her a companion. A guard. A lover. Jon Snow was never resurrected from his fatal wounds. Instead, he was stolen away, meeting a cloaked figure then finding himself before a strange yet beautiful woman with flame-coloured hair and hypnotizing green eyes. Hartlyn stared down at the handsome black-haired man with the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, curious to who he was and how he had a direwolf by his side, it having the fur that could rival the colour of freshly fallen snow, eyes akin to blood. Jon watched her warily, not knowing who she was or where he was and amazed to see a midnight black direwolf behind her, its eyes bluer than the sky. :3 Gandalf the Grey had heard of two legendary warriors in a castle, living high on the North Mountains. Two strange, yet powerful beings that perhaps would accompany himself, twelve dwarves and a hobbit as protectors. Who knows of the dangers that await them? But will the King of the North and the Mistress of Death leave their mountain to help others regain theirs? Book 1 of The Northerners.

Sam, lost in his thoughts about Jessica, looked over to Deanna and wondered where and what she had been doing since he'd seen her last. His doe brown eyes then widened when he spotted a diamond studded gold engagement ring with two emeralds either side of it and another gold wedding band on her left ring finger. "Uh, D, Deanna?" The younger Winchester stammered. His sister looked over at him and hummed a 'yes.' He then pointed at the jewellery that shocked him to his core. She glanced to it, then fisted her hand, moving the rings only slightly. The Winchester sister bit her lip as she stared down at it. "And?" The dirty blonde grumbled, as her face saddened. But quickly she threw on that emotionless mask he knew all too well. Sam did see it though and was getting a little weirded out to see his big sister show any emotions at all. "You got married?" He whispered in disbelief. "Yeah," Deanna murmured and looked back at him, "Best and worst thing I've ever done, Sammy."