A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

I crawled in through Chad's bedroom window, the silly dick had left it open. I'm dressed head to toe in black, a kick-ass ninja belt around my waist, well really it's my Dads builders utility belt, back from the time when he thought DIY was his "thing"-It's not. I can only imagine what someone would think if they saw me now, well they'd think "call the cops there's someone breaking into that house", obviously. But then, whilst waiting for the cops to come, they'd look at me and think, that girl watches too much Mission Impossible, which is true of course, but irrelevant. So where was I, oh yeh, I'm in Chad's room, searching for his phone. It's part of my pay back for the Victoria Secret rumour. I mean just because our rooms look onto each other, does not mean that any rumour he spreads about my underwear is automatically true. Does the student body think so low of me as to even consider the possibility that I would get changed where Chad could see me? What the hell! I was going to fill his locker with shit or something as payback, but that seemed a little extreme. That said getting arrested for breaking and entering is hardly minor. Anyway I'm stumbling about the room looking for anything that resembles a phone, when my hand grasps a small article of clothing. OMG! Ew. Please don't let this be what I think this is. I bring the torch forward so I can see clearly. Omg, it is. I'm holding the bad boys boxers, ew ew ew! Wait... Is that Mickey Mouse? The bad boy has Mickey Mouse boxers?! Oh this is gold. I bring out my phone and take a few pictures. This is gold, blackmail gold, and I intend to use it. This is going to be so much fun... ---------------------------------------------------------- What do you do when a Greek god moves in next door? Well you torment the shit out of him of course. Besides, we all know that Greek Gods are cocky, arrogant, players anyhow, right... Right?

A girl with her heart on her sleeve and boy with a reputation of breaking them. A/N: I started writing with this when I was 13. I love it a lot because I used it as a platform to talk about issues that mean a lot to me and I feel don't get enough attention (especially as I got older and learnt more), but please keep that in mind!! Cover made by: (sorry i haven't gotten your name yet, but i will put it down once i get it!) WARNING: This book deals with issues like self-harm and mental health. HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in Teen Fiction COPYRIGHT ©2015

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

"He's just an artificial bad boy." "He may beat up, threaten, and make people bleed. But he may possibly be one of the most nicest people I have ever met." I know it sounds like a typical bad boy story, and the plot does revolve around that topic. But honestly, I somewhat tried to make it different. There are cliché parts, cringy I know but bear with me!

WARNING: THIS STORY NEEDS SOME SERIOUS EDITING, WHICH I HAVE JUST RECENTLY STARTED DOING. READ ON YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Meet Blare. A girl who once had a perfect life. Parents, an elder sister, friends, everything that a normal person could have. But after an accident, Blare was left living alone with her elder sister, who later on started to make her life a living hell. Years passed and Blare studied harder than ever in school. She later joined a band with 3 of her friends and developed a crush towards the lead vocalist. Everything went on the same everyday which became pretty normal to Blare. She tried to make the best of everything. That is..until she meets a certain 'no good'. After that, her whole life began to change. [I don't own any of the creepypastas mentioned in the story.] I don't own the art in the cover picture. Cover pic editing: @Amazing_Asni4

~Sequel to The Rogue Luna~ • Okay, I understand my duty as a Luna, I really do. But I have to put that aside right now. I know it's selfish, but I have to find my dad...even if it means keeping secrets...• Willow Hollingsworth has finally gotten her life straight. She's married to her mate, Riley, the biggest threat of her life is now gone, and she can finally look for a missing part in her life. Her father. But not everything is what it's cracked up to be. In the midst of getting ready to leave, she discovers a problem that could stop her and Riley for searching for her dad. Now she must decide to keep a tremendous secret and search for her father who could possibly be dead or worse, or reveal the secret and end up being kept in the pack where it's safe.

Natasha Wilde has it hard. Her mother died when she was 8 and her father abuses her. Now at 16 years old, she keeps herself sane by secretly competing in gymnastics tournaments, training in the gym at school. When her neighbours finally take action and her dad is sent to jail, she has to go and stay with some old family friends. But how will she cope living with them and their ten sons?

Taylor Hannigan is the only girl in a house of five boys. So what happens when four MORE boys move in along after her mother remarries? Follow Taylor through her crazy life filled with drama, love, surprises and mall dancing as Taylor ( tries ) to live with boys.

"Do I make you nervous?" He whispers in my ear. I can feel his breath fanning my face, sending chills through my body. I'm rendered speechless. With a human as beautiful as him standing right in front of you, you're not left with many options. He knows the affects he has on me, so why does he need it to be clarified? He chuckles when he realizes I won't be giving him an answer. Though he knows me well enough to know that if I could, I would say the most perfect thing at this time. Although me being me, that doesn't exactly happen. ••• Tessa is your average high school student. Although recovering from a traumatizing past, she is sent to live with the Thompson's while her parents are away on a business trip. Having to live with four teenage boys isn't easy, though. She finds herself in situations she never would have imagined. She faces the hell of high school, and heartbreak. How will living with boys turn out for her? And will she make it out of the household sane?