Think of your worst week ever, then double it...times it by ten and add 100. That about sums up my week. Ok before I start to tell you my story I need to explain a few things. 1. I am a werewolf - I am a human that turns into a giant hairy wolf. No I do not eat people, yes I can shift when I want and no our clothes don't magically stay on our body when we shift, I mean yes, I am a supernatural being but come on..give me a brake. 2. I have 3 very over protective brothers - Conner- alpha of our pack . 21 he has light brown hair 6'3, he has a mate called Olivia-19 Tyler- 19 he has light brown hair 6'1 has a mate called Jasmine/ jaz-19. Lucas- 17 he has light brown hair 6'2 he has a mate called Rosie-17 They are extremely over protective. But I love them all. 3. I have 5 mates.

Ivory Night. That was her name. But not anymore. Now she goes by "V". She thought she's been through hell and back. Considering the facts that 1. her father physically abuses her. 2. her mother mentally and emotionally abuses her. 3. Her twin brother pretends she doesn't exist. 4. Her pack hates her. And 5. Her mate rejects her. with nothing left she runs away thinking she can make it on her own. But what happens when a group of hunters capture her and turn her into an Assassin against all supernaturals? Read and find out.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?

"Well, Alyson it's seems like we meet again." A deep intimidating voice said from behind me. It's was him. In matter of seconds, I felt a cold solid object hit me hard on the head, from behind me, causing me to lose my balance and fell on the ground. I opened my eyes, to see everything blurry and unclear. I blinked a few times, but my vision was still blurry.The bat was about to hit me again when he spoke again. "I can see you have done the dirty work for me, Ian." The bat stopped in midair as Ian turned to look from behind him. "Did I, Fuentes?" Ian asked irritated, blocking me from seeing Alejandro. "That girl is my property. Now bring her to me," The deep voice said filled with power and authority. "I didn't bring you anything." Ian mumbled. "Yes, you did." The deep voice said calmly, taking out his gun, pointing at Ian. All I could think of was how could I be so foolish? Letting my guard down during a mission and now, I stuck with two men who want to kill me.

She was the daughter of a great detective. He was the son of a great magician. She was calm and collected. He was a troublemaker. She works part time at the local skate shop. He had the secret identity of a thief. One night, he decides to commit the greatest crime of all time: To steal her heart. Jelsa!Modern AU/One-shot/Based on Detective Conan/Kaito Kid

© COPYRIGHTED (I completely blame my 12-year-old self. I mean. What were you thinking?) (Please run now. It's really bad) Mr. Famous meets the Sophisticated Popular Girl. It's like your average high school AU story, except it isn't. ('cause it's really bad :'>) this book tolerates the ship JackxTrashCan #79 in Fanfiction (6/16/15) INCOMPLETE : 3 CHAPTERS TO GO. (This book is currently under the INTENSE progress of editing. But I will finish this story, I can promise you that.) * book cover was made for over 3 hours. I used my phone. So yeah, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't paste on another title on it :)

"Are you..are you my mate?" I asked, as I stuttered, and blinked. "What?! You high? I'll never have a mate as fat as you, and as ugly too. Get lost." He said, his eyes holding something so unfamiliar to me. I felt tears brimming but refused to let them fall, as I stared up at him, straightened my back, held my chin high and replied.' What if the person that meant the most to you rejected you? What if they just tossed you away like a piece of garbage? When your siblings and father treated you like crap, and the reason being you are overweight, ugly, acne-faced girl. Wouldn't you be so humiliated? Well, that was the case for Natasha Gomez. She was the daughter of the Beta of the MoonLight Pack. While her three older sisters and twin brother look like they just came out of a magazine, she was the odd one out. The day the Alpha's son Logan turned seventeen, he found his mate, who was Natasha. He rejected her and made her feel like utter crap, just like the rest of her family. When Natasha couldn't take it anymore, she left. Never looking back. Until that day, her 19th birthday. Now she's back prettier, skinnier, and stronger then ever. Join Natasha in her journey and battles with tears, hardships, murders, and of course, falling in love. ---- WARNING---- I wrote this when i was 11-12. Very immature. LOL

Evelyn Monroe hated Christmas, she wasn't always like that. Even till the age of seventeen she believed that Father Christmas existed somewhere, but just before her 18th Christmas her world changed and so did her beliefs and thoughts. That's till she runs into the plaza's Santa who sported a very sexy six pack under that pot stomach of his, not that she cared. She didn't. But with all the christmas spirit in the air, he was a dose of a miracle that she needed. * * * Published novel

CONTAINS VERY MATURE CONTENT. "Katarina," my name passed his lips in a gruff whisper and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle. Rafe's hands ran over my body as he backed me up to the bed. Everywhere our skin touched a fire burned within me. It consumed me. In that moment I wanted him more than anything. I was hyper aware of his hardness pressed against me and I bit my lip. Looking into his dark eyes I could see his desire. His mouth was on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin. I let out a moan as he hit my sweet spot and I could feel his body react to it. He pressed harder against me and slowly slid a hand down the front of my jeans, leaving a tingling path as he made his way. "I want you to say it Katarina," he said. I felt his hand stroking me and I bit my lip. There was no doubt I wanted more, and he wanted to give it to me. "Say what?" I asked, my voice strained as I tried to hold my composure. "You know what," he said sliding my shirt up, sucking on my exposed breast as he teased me below. I moaned again and I could feel him smile. He thrust two fingers in and my control started breaking. I couldn't remember the previous arguments with myself, I couldn't remember why I had been so afraid of him, I couldn't remember why I had tried staying away. All I knew was I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more. "Rafe, I'm-"

I watched Reese lips move as he read out the contents of the letter, then I watched everyone's faces as they took in the words that were coming off the paper. As I looked around the small group, I realized that these were the people that I had no choice but to depend on for awhile, and one of them was going to get hurt. It didn't matter if we did everything right, someone was bound to get hurt in this game and I couldn't help but to feel like it would be all my fault.