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Dan is assisting Phil in a video when he realizes that there are some feelings that just can't be ignored 2.1k/Phan/fluff/getting together/friends to lovers/oneshot warnings: swearing, mention of cancer patient (just in a simile, no one has cancer in this), that's it I think..

Dan Howell is a timid boy, who always does as he is told. He was once friends with Phil Lester, the 'bad influence' who soon ditches Dan for the popular group in Year 7. After five years of not talking to each other, they're partnered in a project and Phil's wants to win Dan over just like he has with most of their year. But yet, Dan is determined to find out what Phil is hiding behind his arrogant mask.

It was an accident, but Phil blames himself. Dan's gone, but Phil still feels him there. What did it matter if Dan was dead? Nothing.... Nothing mattered anymore.... (Warnings: MC death, depression, attempted self-harm, alcohol and drinking, very angsty, I cried while rereading this so you may cry too) I have no idea what possessed me to write this. I am so sorry.

Set in the 1860's or so! The life of a lone wolf is a dangerous one. Holding onto your territory without the help of a pack can prove to be deadly. Grange Michaels has managed to do that for years. This tiny western frontier town is his. Those he considers his pack are humans and he protects them viciously. No one knows what Grange is, though there are rumors about his seemingly constant state of youth. Yes being a lone wolf has its difficulties but Grange liked it that way. Then he meets his mate, a young mortal woman, and suddenly he starts dreaming of starting a pack of his own. All of that, his town, his people, his mate, his future, are threatened when a rival pack tries to move in and of course they want to wipe out the competition. Can Grange win his mortal mate, save her life and the town, while also avoiding the monster hunting lynch mobs? Or is this the end of the lone wolf's reign?

#WATTYS2014 HQ LOVE AWARD! There's a darkness that lurks in the City of Light Seventeen-year-old Connor Lewis is chased by a memory. On his first day of kindergarten he bit a boy hard enough to scar the kid for life. Since then he's been a social outcast at a New York private school. Through an unexpected turn of good fortune, he lands a scholarship to study in Paris, where everything starts to look up. On the first day he befriends two military brats, and he may finally get a taste of what it's like to be a normal teenager. It doesn't last. His host family - an alluring young tattoo artist and her moody, handsome boyfriend - inadvertently introduce him to the underworld of werewolves where there are two types: the born and the bitten. Those born to it take the form of elegant wolves, while the latter are cursed to transform into the half-man, half-beast creatures of horror movies. The bitten rarely survive. Unfortunately, Connor is on the wanted list of a four hundred-year-old bitten human who's searching for both a cure and a means of wiping out werewolves for good. Connor's loyalties are tested as he becomes embroiled in a conflict where werewolves, mad science and teen angst collide. POSTING ON TUESDAYS & THURSDAYS! Originally published by Fierce Ink Press and in translation from Random House Germany. My books are available in print and as ebooks on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Chapters Indigo and other retailers. The paperbacks are Collectors Editions that come with extras like a signed bookplate and extra content from me. You can also visit my English language publisher to pick up the entire box set at a discount: http://fierceinkpress.storenvy.com/collections/267139-the-magdeburg-trilogy *** If you enjoy the chapters, likes and comments are appreciated ***

Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.