showing how much I've grown and how bad my life was to now (etc)

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart

[Completed] Cursed as a child, Cinder Valentine lives life as beast, forced to perform in a traveling carnival. Only on the night of the full moon does she change back to her human form. The carnival travels through the Kingdom of Edenraye on the eve of the Prince's Ball. Every maiden in the kingdom is invited, but the full moon is the night before, and Cinder will be in her beastly form. Thanks to the carnival gypsy, and a moonstone necklace, Cinder will have one night to live life as a normal human. But, when the clock strikes twelve, and the moonstone fades, will her curse destroy the kingdom? ***Winner of @_Once_Upon Dark Fairy Tale contest.*** **COMPLETED**

~A FEATURED WATTPAD STORY~ COMPLETED Leonidas, a cold, rude, arrogant Alpha, was raised by his father to think that mates are beneath them. His mother was physically and mentally abused but his father, and that was what he thought was the right thing to do. Constantly warring with himself on how to treat his future mate, he decides not to accept her altogether, whoever she is. She would weaken him and his position, and it was easier to reject and forget her. Eleanor is a plain she-wolf living in a pack that treats women as servants. Women are only tools to men, only used to clean the household and produce children for their mates. She thought the right thing to do was to let men control her every decision, always look down in submission, and never speak unless spoken to. She wishes for her mate to get her out of this hell, but is afraid this hell will always be in her mind. Leonidas is stuck in his pride, Eleanor is stuck in a hell impossible to escape. Will they survive as mates? Highest Rankings: #15 in Werewolf #16 in Werewolf #52 in Werewolf (9/21/2019) #68 in Werewolf #90 in Werewolf (9/24/2019) #224 in WereWolf - #419 in Love

A new challenge appears, a new battle begins. Once again the Rider of Legend must fight to save the lands, only this time she finds herself five hundred years in the future.

The gray wolf threw her into a tree. Something snapped inside of me I felt my blood boil. A snarl erupted from me and I snapped forward at the wolf. My arms latched around its neck squeezing tightly Everyone stopped and turned to me. They all stared frozen not sure on what to do. Then there was a snap and the wolf in my arms stopped struggling and dropped to the ground lifeless. That did it for me my confidence shot up and in a deep clear voice I said, " Leave her alone or you join your friend!" The entire pack scattered leaving me with Jodie and the lifeless wolf. I smiled to myself. There was a loud snarl from behind me, and before I could turn around I was smashed into a tree with sienna coloured wolf growling angrily at me

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

A quote/poem book about recovering from depression and self-harm and about how everything gets better. Lyrics, quotes, poems etc. Hopefully helpful and inspirational. Not all are my own. Cover made by: Me :)

Alcoholism meets mannerism in one messed up love story. Cold Coffee is a book that is filled with tragedies and heartbreaks, but also success and love. Enjoy! - a.threadgill

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