"If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong." ― Masaru Emoto, Secret Life of Water **** This is for all my readers.

"I don't want you to mark me" I said quickly. "Why?" he asked me, his tone seemed calm but i knew he was far from it. "I have a commitment towards my pack" I told him, hoping he'll understand but to my astonishment his eyes were dark now and he held his palms in a tight fist. "You are my mate Templar, you belong to my pack" he said in a condescending tone. My blood boiled at the tone he was using with me. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. "Do not use that tone with me, Everett. You are not my Alpha, I respond to-" none, i was about to say, but had to bite my tongue to change that. I was not ready to tell him that I'm the sole White Shifter, not ready to tell him I'm The Alpha of my pack. So i lied, again.

[Coming-of-age, Romance, Existential, Japan] Seiji and Aoi have been inseparable childhood friends and eventually, high school sweethearts. Believing in naive dreams and love, all seems well until a tragedy separates them with a chasm of frozen time. As one struggles with the aftermath, the world moves on, while the other remains still. Battered by temptation and the pressure to grow up, he discovers that life is more complicated than he thought - and that the heart and mind is quite vulnerable to change. Secondhand Memories is an emotional young adult coming-of-age story: a journey about the meaning of growing up, love, loss and sacrifice. --- Originally serialized online in 2008 (Textnovel), Secondhand Memories pioneered the Japanese cell phone novel phenomenon in the English-speaking world, marking a moment in history of a new literary movement among thousands of young writers and readers globally. The remarkably unique fusion of simple haiku-like poetic technique and prose narrative has re-envisioned technology, youth culture, community and literature. This is the Wattpad version of the first draft, where each chapter is originally on separate pages, it is now compiled together for technical reasons. The pioneer English cell phone novel from 2008 is finally published in print and released as a beautiful 6" x 9" 558 page book with stunning illustrations, interior formatting and graphic design on Valentine's Day 2015 by Sakura Publishing, eagerly anticipated by fans and fellow cell phone novelists as a keepsake, fond memories, collector's item and inspirational reading pleasure. Order online via Amazon, Sakura Publishing, and more locations coming soon. More info, links, products, events and previews: http://secondhandmemories.net - From the early writing days of the featured award-winning author of visionary literary novel, "Espresso Love".

You can't run from your past. Everyone has heard those words before. No matter how hard she tries, Tinsley can't hide from the horrific memories of having her pack murdered. Years later, and she's still trying to move on. The last thing she wants is to find her mate. Especially when her mate is one arrogant, annoying, and sarcastic Alpha. Especially when her mate is one undeniably good looking, powerful, and charming (at times) Alpha. From the moment they met, Tinsley has been Rightfully His. Sometimes though, old packs hold grudges. ONLY THE FIRST TEN CHAPTERS ARE AVAILABLE AS A TEASER! PLEASE PURCHASE THE BOOK AT THE LINK BELOW TO READ THE REST OF THE NOVEL https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/649935

Daniella Somerton had the perfect life in San Diego. She had billions of friends, everyone's vote for prom queen, the perfect boyfriend, and the beach close by. It wasn't until her dad got a new job that she found herself in a small town in Kentucky where her little sister fits in better than her in school, her parents are country folk wannabes, and she finds herself falling for a certain special cowboy...

Emma is a professional clown. Which is just perfect, because she thinks she's falling in love with a guy who never smiles. Emma is willing to do anything to change Jesse's life to make him happy. Except, Jesse already has a family and too many dark secrets to count. Can the girl with the happy soul change the guy with the battered one? Nobody knows, but she's sure as hell going to try. (This is a short novella centered around Jesse from Pretty Bad Things. None of the characters from PBT will be mentioned (except maybe Harvey!), therefor you don't have to read PBT to enjoy Jesse's Girl)

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

"You don't want a mate and neither do I. So for the sake of our wolves, let's just complete the mating process and part away like... friends?" Quillon said and I stared at him in disbelief. Isn't he supposed to be my 'Soul mate?' And is this what soul mates say? "Friends?" I said grinding my teeth together. "You make this outrageous proposal and expect me to be friends with you?" I questioned incredulously. "Right now, I feel so friendly towards you that if you drop dead, then I would dance on your corpse." "Fine" he shrugged. "Your loss." "Oh don't worry! I can find someone way better than you" I launched furiously. Quillon might be good-looking but he is also a major A-hole! "Think it's that easy, Darya?" he queried cocking one perfect brow and I glared at him. "Let me see you try." **** Darya Kenrick, an Alpha's sister, has been playing Russian roulette with her life ever since she shifted for the first time. Having an exceptional gift of manipulating all the five elements, she is a prime target of a cannibalistic werewolf. Quillon Sanders, Alpha of Serene Pack, is hunting for two wolves. A she-wolf, who had dared to send him an outrageous gift and a savage wolf, who goes about killing anyone who comes in his way. When his search comes to an end, he discovers that the she-wolf is his mate and the savage wolf, is planning to kill her. To kill their mutual enemy, Darya and Quillon must keep their personal differences aside and join forces. But are they both capable of killing the monster, who can hypnotize any wolf he wants? Are Darya's gift's powerful enough to protect Quillon and her from this callous creature? Can this creature kill Darya, especially when he knows that Quillon is stronger and shrewder than any wolf he has met? NOTE: This is the third book in the H&hP series. To understand this story better, I suggest you to read the first two books.

"Everett" I called him when he paused in his tracks. I looked around and realized that we were right in the middle of a clearing. "Why did we stop here?" I enquired in bewilderment. Everett, who had his back to me, turned to face me. The hurt expression in his face didn't miss my notice even when he tried his best to conceal it from me, by giving me a small smile. "You know I love you right?" he asked me and I nodded happily. I knew my mate loves me and I love him too. He stepped forward, cupped my face in his hands and placed a light, feathery kiss on my forehead. "I'm doing this because I love you" he whispered, and then taking a step back, curled his fingers to form a tight fist. I stared at his fist and then glanced up to clash with his pacific blue eyes, "Doing what?" I prompted. Everett didn't bother replying; instead he shifted into his huge black wolf, compelling me to take a few steps back. 'Shift' he commanded through the link. I looked away not meeting his gaze because I didn't appreciate the way he commanded me. Nobody commands me. Nobody. 'I, Everett Green, Alpha of Waterwave Pack, am challenging you, Templar Green, White Wolf, for a fight'