After moving to Southern California, Chelsea's life has never been better... or more complicated. She's settled with her pack. She's met her mate. And now everyone's secrets are piling up. Just like her, Gabriel has many secrets of his own. But the problem with secrets is that they have a nasty habit of hurting people. And it's not just the things Gabriel is hiding that worries Chelsea; she knows there are bigger, worse things out there. When she discovers what Gabriel is hiding, will the two of them be able to correct past mistakes, or will the darker side of her mate prove too much for Chelsea to handle? Gabriel and Chelsea are going to continue facing the unexpected, but the question is will they do so together? Or are unknown forces going to tear them apart?

"Her name isn't Sophie, I lied, her name is Fatima Safiya Ashlynn - I thought she would die where I left her."

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Chloe knows life isn't perfect, but does it have to be a big pile of suck? College is supposed to be a time of self discovery. A time where she figures her life out and enters adulthood armed for the world. For Chloe, college is a toxic relationship, loss, and confusion. As her world crumbles around her, one bright light promises to get her through it. She clings to him like a life raft, but she isn't sure she deserves the one person who might just be the love of her life. Chloe isn't as abnormal as she thinks and if she can survive the suck, she'll come out a champion. ___ This story was posted to Wattpad and only Wattpad. If you're seeing this note and you're not reading it on Wattpad...it was stolen. So please get your butt over to Wattpad and read it by the actual author, Prisim, and not the thief who couldn't be bother to even delete this message let alone write their own unique story.

*Second installment of the Trial Series* The trial continues in Juliette's point of view, in the sequel of Royal Alpha Jaxon. Juliette is forced to make the critical decision...turn Jaxon into a Skinwalker, and strip his title of Alpha King, or let him die. Betrayal will bring them together, as the story discovers and explores new emotions and characters, delving deep into their back stories. New love interests, and scandalous stories. Step back into the world of the Trial, and uncover the truth behind the mask... ~ *Disclaimer in prologue* Royal Alpha Jaxon will be available in hard copy soon, or purchase soon on Amazon. *Mature Content*

Being stuck forever in the body of a teenager was only one of Nerina's problems. Having a psychopath as her sire was a much bigger issue. She thought she had escaped, only to be drawn back into their twisted relationship marked by death. Running away from her past soon turns into her trying to run away from herself. In search of her freedom, she unleashes a dark legacy she cannot escape. One misadventure after another pushes her closer to the edge. Until she cracks. Until she breaks until it whispers, 'let me in.' ~~~~ Highest Ranking: #10 in Vampires

A Princess sleeps hidden in the mountains. An evil Queen rules the land. And curses are a way of life. Eira knows of only one way to end the Spinner's Curse: find the Princess, awaken her, and finally set to rights the evil that has destroyed a kingdom. But with a Huntsman seeking to steal her heart and a Queen determined to keep her crown, Eira will have to rally an army to end both the Kingdom's curse and her own.

❝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

Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.

Bismillah Rabbi zidnee Ilman "My Lord! Increase me in my knowledge" Assalamualikum everyone I'm going to write some Islamic short stories these stories always inspired me to move on and more important is that, these stories helps me to get closer to Allah(SWT), whenever I'm feeling low or something like that. And most important how blessed we are that Allah has given us every thing and yet we are not thankful to Him. hope these stories will help u too, to get closer Allah. They are all short stories but have lots of meaning, that bring tears to my eyes. Reading this book can change your life, if you act upon the meanings. I hope you learn a lot. Cover: Minihalloves