"Don't worry, kid. We're a family here." * Placed in the mountains of Texas, a pack of twenty-four thrives and depends on one another as their domesticated lifestyle intertwines with their own inherent behaviors. Join the Liaison pack and each of their stories as the tight society of the werewolf community brings forward betrayal, loss, new beginnings, and most importantly, love. * (It's basically a verse about 24 of my OCs as werewolves. Don't regret anything. Copious amounts of fluff and probably some tears because that's just who I am.) *This is not adhering to chronological order*

{GIRLS CHASE GIRLS, Book #1} Chronically invisible high school junior Xia Qi gets the shock of her life when her crush Phaedra Barlowe, a girl who embodies James Dean, saves her from a burning car, but that isn't the shock. The shock is when this bad girl with a good soul who could have anyone wants Xia back. *** Webber High girls don't like boys. Webber High girls like 5'9" ladies' volleyball captains who drive muscle cars and chew on their French braids. Webber High girls like outwardly fearless, secretly shaking, mace-wielding gearheads like Phaedra Barlowe. One brave girl wants to be her valentine. This is how she makes it happen. *** •🌈2015 LGBT+ Hot Genre Watty Winner •Featured Story • #16 Short Story (09.10.15) •@lgbtq Community Favorite •1st place (tie) in @FreetheLGBT's 2015 LGBT+ Valentine's Day One-Shot Challenge • a "Rainbow High" Wattpad Pick (08.27.2018) •@YA Big Short © 2015-present Idris Grey Amazing cover by the marvelously talented @RosyKun

(#1 ChickLit) WARNING: Being left at the altar in front of 500 wedding guests may lead to irrational behavior, causing you to go on your honeymoon alone. Other side- effects may include very bad hair, getting arrested, setting yourself on fire, landing up on a "Missing Poster" with the same bad hair and unexpectedly falling in love. BEING PUBLISHED SOON!

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Drugs, guns, sex, and of course, Italian mafia. The family business held secrets that she never knew about and never really cared about. Until she met him. She can't help but fear him, and he can't help but care for her. "Say you're mine, inamorata. Say you're my sweetheart, my inamorata." Inamorata: a woman with whom you are in love or have an intimate relationship.

She grew up in a world different from his. While he conquered battles, she read books and studied history. While he led an entire pack of wolves, she drowned in knowledge about the realm they live in. While lives hang in his shoulder, she was taught not to associate with any of his kind. But they knew all too well to know that fate does not work like that, and people who are destined for one another, will meet no matter how big the differences between them are. --

Alice has tried for a very long time to just get through. Get through the last few weeks of high school. Get through being neither a werewolf, nor human, in a town mixed with both. Get through the looks shot at her everywhere she went. Get through, and get out. Which is what would have happened if she didn't meet him. She would have gotten track scholarship and taken the first bus out of her town and away from everyone in it. She wouldn't have to tell anyone she was a freak, she could be normal, and maybe she could even dare to be happy. But she met him, and that all changed. Clayton is an Alpha, and he can't move. He has a pack to take care of and leaving them isn't an option. Giving up Alice isn't one either, though, no matter how hard she challenges him on the matter. But things start changing for the both of them and circumstances force them together. Eventually, Alice will have to start fighting to hold onto him.