The only thing Phoebe Carmichael is looking forward to is turning eighteen. So when she's escorted out of school one day to meet an Alpha who claims she is his mate, her whole world turns upside down. Phoebe is determined to believe she's not the long awaited mate of the most powerful Alpha in the country, despite the turmoil of emotions his mere presence stirs within her. Throw in a rogue Alpha with a serious vendetta and a former lover who can't take a hint, Phoebe's life went from typical high school teenage girl to the most powerful Alpha Female in America. All before she turns eighteen. ___ [3/8/2021] -- Currently in the process of rewriting this story for publication. Any feedback is welcome for the revisions! Leave some comments or shoot me a DM with your thoughts. :) ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #4 in Werewolf (1 July 2017) #1 in #girlpower (29 September 2018) #2 in #feminism (29 September 2018) #6 in #alpha (9 October 2018) #1 in #packs (2 March 2019) #9 in #king (25 June 2019) #4 in #queen (24 September 2019) #1 in #human (4 November 2019) #4 in #royalty (29 November 2019) **** I DO NOT ALLOW ANY TRANSLATIONS OF MY WORK. I also do not allow my work to be published on any other platform of any kind at this time. Please do not ask me to share my work elsewhere; my answer will be a firm, "No, thank you."

It's not Izo's fault that she was born with a face that screams arrogance and villainy! Okay, maybe, she should have controlled her temper and not called the Goddess, a slut to her face. But having been cursed by the Goddess, ten years later, Izo finally defeats the Demon King and is sent home. Except there is one small problem, it's the wrong world!

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Yu Yan Ran lived in the 22nd century, in a humble home and a complete set of family. She's always had prosopagnosia, face blindness in other words. However, this never hindered her everyday life. That was until she died and reincarnated as a character in an otome game 'Royal Love'. It was all fine and dandy. She could still accept the fact that there would be no more games for her to play with because there was Alchemy! However! Who was who? Again. Who cares, right? Maybe she could cure her face blindness with a potion now. Time to lock herself up and concoct, concoct, concoct colorful vials~ Note: Sub-BL|Not main couple. Original Work | Start&End Date: March 15 2018

Jesse (man) died only to be transmigrated as Feng Mian (woman), in a world ran by Mary Sue. Fortunately, he doesn't need to dress up as a woman, because he is recognized as a man in the entire D City and no one doubts this! Gotta thank the greedy father (throws him in jail) and thank the Mary Sue of a step-sister (x2 Slaps the green tea bitch), then earn money every day!! Money runs the world after all. Then how about Mary Sue's harem? And a couple of gay guys so into him? • • • A certain Emperor reluctantly asked, 『Do you have someone in your heart?』 Feng Mian 『Sir Money.』 • • • A certain Emperor had fallen! 『Mian... I seem to be 'rotten'.』 Feng Mian 『I know you are rotten.』 Only, (s)he misunderstood his question. • • • [Excerpt] Rotten - rotten girl (fujoshi); rotten boy (fudanshi) Note: ► The protagonist, Jesse (Feng Mian), thinks and acts like a man. His values from the last lifetime have not changed. He was straight until in later chapters. ► There are BL couples, hence the tags. Original story written by me. ||aquaseries|| CoverPicture (online): Ko Jun Hee Copyright@2018 March | End: April 3 2018

Una leve brisa acariciaba mi usual pálido rostro, el cual hoy lucía un poco iluminado debido al maquillaje que fui forzada a usar. Me encontraba sentada en una elegante silla, la cual se asemejaba mas a un trono, con algunos bordes dorados resaltándola. Cada segundo parecía ser un siglo, y los minutos, una eternidad. Me preguntaba cuanto tiempo mas me tendrían esperando en este lugar. ¿Que querían? ¿Transmitirme incertidumbre, y que la tortura de la espera a lo desconocido me comiera viva? Pero, ¿qué era eso? ¿Como se sentía estar en la incertidumbre, o estar atormentada? No estaba muy segura. Lancé una mirada alrededor del despacho en el que estaba. Condicionado para intimidar a quien sea que entrara aquí, excepto a él, claro esta. Con cuadros de diseños extraños y casi místicos, junto con varias esculturas sin sentido, estando algunas sin cabeza y otras sin brazos. Me levanté con lentitud de la silla, cuidando de no tropezar y caer, otra vez, con la cola del largo vestido rojo sangre que me dieron. Sujetándolo, me dirigí hacia la amplia ventana que estaba frente mío. Al llegar, miré a través de ella, ignorando mi rostro reflejado en los cristales. El cielo estaba totalmente gris, sin un rastro de su usual matiz azul. Me preguntaba si de la manera en la que estaba el cielo, era la forma en la que esperaban que me sintiera, pero, ¿como era estar así? ¿como debería expresarlo? Los pasos en el pasillo dirigiéndose hacia el despacho, me sacaron de mis pensamientos. En pocos segundos, escuché la puerta abrirse tras mío. Vi en el cristal de la ventana y efectivamente era su reflejo. Era él. Escuché sus fuertes pisadas avanzar hacia mi y en segundos, se detuvo justo detrás, con su respiración chocando en mi cuello. De pronto sentí su fuerte agarre en mi rostro, apretando mi quijada. E inesperadamente, sentí su húmeda lengua acariciar mi mejilla. -Tranquila, ahora eres solo mía.- dijo Y equivocadamente, creyó condenarme

Lo diré, mi vida era bastante aburrida. Sin ser la mas fea, ni la mas guapa, ni la mas ingeniosa, ni la mas tonta, yo era un maldito cero a la izquierda. Pero no me malinterpreten por favor, ser un cero a la izquierda era genial. Pero cuando los planetas deciden que has permanecido demasiado tiempo en las sombras, suceden cosas. Como que un were-panther decide transformarte en uno de ellos por agradecimiento por salvar su vida -Para la próxima con unas flores estaremos a mano Tyler, gracias-. Y esta es mi historia. Como transformarme en un felino gigante cada vez que me cabreo me llevo a meterme en mas problemas de los que creí que fuera capaz.

Acababa de salir del trabajo, como cualquier otro día. El cielo estaba gris, cubierto de nubes, se avecinaba tormenta.....

"Ella no es una chica normal, ni de cerca. Es un lobo y no uno cualquiera. Es una de las guardianas." Primer libro de la trilogía "Westerwood" Portada hecha por @Fangirl876 24/10/16 #104 Hombres Lobo 29/12/16 #46 Hombres Lobo 2/03/17 #38 Hombres Lobo 19/12/17 #6 Hombres Lobo

Finalista en los Premios Watty 2014 en la categoría: Historia corta – En ascenso. Un humano. Una loba. Un encuentro inesperado en medio de los bosques y un deseo concedido por la Luna. Esa es la historia de Seth y Anel.