Charlotte wasn't supposed to exist. As the daughter of an angel and a demon, her very existence is a threat to the delicate balance between Heaven and Hell. But after tragedy strikes, she's left alone in a world that doesn't know what to do with her. She never had a normal life. From losing her parents at five, bouncing through the foster system, and running away at twelve, she figured she'd seen it all- until she got caught up with two demon-hunting brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. What started as a chaotic sibling dynamic of petty squabbles, bad road trip music, and questionable snack choices took a sharp turn when an angel named Castiel dropped a bombshell: Charlotte isn't human. Torn between a past she can't escape and a future she doesn't understand, Charlotte must navigate a world of monsters, angels, and demons while dealing with her own struggles, her unusual abilities, and the simple yet impossible hope of finding where she belongs. With dark moments that cut deep and the classic Supernatural humour that keeps the darkness at bay, this is a story about survival, family, and what it truly means to be human-even when you're anything but. Disclaimer! I do not own Supernatural or its characters or plot. I only own my characters and the plot in this book

A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as A Song of Ice and Fire

After Alby was sent up, the Creators sent up a girl; Emily. She is crazy, weird and sassy, but yet, lovely, beautiful and the glade absolutely loves her. Especially one person, who thinks of her more than a bestfriend. More than a sister. What if that person were a runner? Also, what would happen with her being the only girl? What would happen when she gets in these sassy-fights? Follow Emily and our favorite runner through this hilarious story between two shuck-faces. Here is a little taste of the story: "I, Minho, want you, Emily, who I cherish and love for the rest of my life, to move in with me, till death by grievers do us apart." I knew I was 'married' to a dramatical drama-queen... "Let me introduce you to this shank over there." I pointed at Newt. "That is Ashly," "I'm Newt. Not Ashly, because that's a girl's name." He said, looking at me with a glare. "But Ashly, I thought you were coming out of the closet?" ​"Did you move the boxes?" Gally asked, looking at me with an annoyed expression. ​I raised my eyebrow at him. Really? What do you think! "No, Gally. I was in there chilling with Jesus. You see, he and I have become really close. We had a tea party, and he magically made the stones to bread and wine. We spoke for a while, talking about your face needing God's miracle since Jesus himself can't fix that shucked up face of yours." I do NOT own any character, except for Emily, disclaimer goes to the genius author; James Dashner. Also, this story is in a need of a heavily editing. Read at your own risk.