"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.

She gazed out over her land, seeking revenge for the savages that had come to her colony. He was one of them. He was an enemy. A man as mysterious as the new moon over the prairie, but as tender as springtime. But when desperate times come, can an enemy become an ally? Highest Ranking #244 Historical Fiction

Book 1 of The Depths Below trilogy. When Ronan was thirteen and started giving people electrical shocks whenever he touched them, he asked his mom why it was happening. She immediately answered static electricity. When he tried to explain that he knew it wasn't static she changed her story saying instead that his father used him as a lightning rod during a bad storm and he happened to be hit by a strong bolt. And for some reason he believed that story... Now... nine years later, he's found he can do more than shock people. He can talk to fish. He thought about asking his mother how something like that could be possible, but he doesn't think he'd get a straight answer. He's beginning to think she's keeping something from him.

Ashton is a guy who despite being a tyrant, always'd loved the sea. There is also another reason he alway'd loved them but recently he couldn't seem to remember why. When he wakes up to the sight of a boy wearing his clothe, feelings he thought he would never feel again returns. If only he knew meeting this boy would bring him into a world completely unknown to him and to learn more about the thing he loved most. Ashley is a merman and one the children of Poseidon, God of all the seas and oceans. Falling in love with a human is considered taboo at home but he does anyway. When tragedy struck on the love of his life during a storm his father makes him a deal that can either make his love grow or shatter it into pieces. Find out how these two different people go through the toughest time to finding what was lost to gaining something back AND to entering in a world no one thought existed. (description sucks I know)

After being shipwrecked on a remote jungle Island in the middle of God knows where, Rizpah is rescued by a barbarian who stashes her away in his cave. Will she ever be able to tame this cave-man and change his savage ways? How will she go back to civilization when she has no means of travel? Hur cannot believe his eyes when he sees a golden-haired angel in the jungle close to his hide-out. But his surprise quickly turns to suspicion and mistrust when he remembers the white-skinned people who invaded his home and took his brother and some of his other tribesmen away across the ocean. Now they are back and are building settlements on his land. And they had the same hair color as this wench! Will Hur ever let go of the past and embrace what is to come? Join these two polar opposites as they try to find common ground so they can live together in peace.

Jake and Josh are best friends. One's the star quarterback, the other's his go-to wide receiver. On the football field they're an unstoppable force, ready to ring in their senior year with a state championship. When Jake's house undergoes construction and he's forced to stay with Josh, will their unexpected chemistry in the bedroom interfere with their chemistry on the field? Only one way to find out...read the story!

Inspired by Tarzan** Shipwrecked at three years old, Angus has known nothing but the jungle he now calls home. Faced with survival day in day out and all alone, he never realized the piece of him he was missing. The human side. Unpredictable events are thrown to Angus, ones he could never imagine in his wildest dream, all from this one girl, Evelyn, who sailed to his jungle for a research expedition. His instinct is to protect her and never let her go as she brings out something in him he hasn't felt in years. 'Take, for example, the African jungle, the home of the cheetah. On whom does the cheetah prey? The old, the sick, the wounded, the weak, the very young, but never the strong. Lesson: If you would not be prey, you had better be strong'. - G. Gordon Liddy NOTE: Wattpad has marked this as 'mature' (it's not actually that bad but what the hey, it's their website) so if you can't view chapters then you'll have to follow me sadly. Unfollow me straight again afterwards if you wish though :) !! )

Wrestling team captains Max Desera and Axel Cortés must settle their long-standing rivalry - but a different kind of fire may ignite between them. ***** The school decides it will only keep one of its two male wrestling teams, adding fire to the cutthroat rivalry between the two captains, Max Desera and Axel Cortés. Axel sees Max as undeserving of the title, but when Max, who is proudly bisexual, finds out that Axel is closeted gay, their dynamics begin to change. Things heat up before the tournament when a terrible incident of foul play occurs, forcing the two sworn enemies to suddenly rely on each other - but this time, the heat feels different. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved