He who is can feel. She who feels can be. [short story]

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

In the world of the shifters, males dominate every plane of the hirerchy. Be it wolves, jaguars, cats or any other species, a male is always the alpha. Rhys Valkyer is the strongest pack leader in all of Asia. Faster and stronger than almost every other wolf in the country, owner of the largest pack, he has never known defeat. But what happens when wolves that venture out too far in the mountaneous regions of the Himalayas never return? It sparks his interest. Mikalya 'Mink' Carnel is the only female alpha in the history of time. Defying the natural order of things, she is the first woman to start a pack of female dominated wolfs. Fearless and stronger than even an alpha male, she is ready to defend her small pack from any threat that comes their way. But when the two most powerful alphas of the world come face to face with each other, will it begin a new war for dominance or will they give in to the fierce attraction powering the greatest desire and passion both of them has ever experianced.

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

"Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all? Is there a written rule book, that tells you how to be- all the right things to talk about- that everyone has but me? Slowly I am withering- a flower deprived of sun; longing to belong to, somewhere or someone."

(A/N: Story on hiatus ) Her life was a book. Written by everyone but her. She, however did not fight. Her life was painted. The colors decided. She, however did not crack. But changes they come, as inevitable they are. She learns things. She questions things. Princes aren't always charming. How long shall happy ever after stay a myth?

"You're so lame." Alexander comments as he walks into the kitchen. "Shut up, I don't care." I scoff as I continue to make myself a sandwich. "You know, maybe guys will notice you more once you stop wearing your father's clothes." He teases and at that moment, I turn around to face him and give him a fuming glare. "Leave me alone." I hiss through gritted teeth before storming out of the kitchen, leaving behind my sandwich. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ A 16 year old girl named Courtney is not your average teenager. She buys her clothes from the men's section and only has two friends. But not for long. Her mother gets proposed by a wealthy man and she is forced to live with the school's biggest player. Unfortunately for her, he doesn't know how to mind his own business...unless he's with a girl. 1 girl, 1 boy, 1 marriage, 1 confusing relationship. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ ©2015, Kim Herz

"Two different people coming together and figuring out that they are not that different is the best kind of love." All rights reserved. Copyright © 2014. latenightcoffeemugs Used to be called : The Nerd and The BadBoy CURRENTLY UNDER HEAVY EDITING!! AND CHANGES

I stared down; fiddling with my fingers. Feeling.. slightly... down. "Are You Okay?" I looked at him with the biggest grin. his beautiful blue eyes bore into my hazel ones; filled with worry. "Im Fine." "You sure?" he touched my shoulder; feeling the electricity running through that area. sparked. I nodded and my lips curved up more. He smiled with a quick nod. He went to the door and waved goodbye. I waved back. He left. I stared down the wet-moist window. It was so dull and grey. Like my feelings.. Am i really fine? "Not really....." as drops tumbled down my cheek. I didn't want to wipe the tears away.. because i knew how fragile they really are... like myself.