The second book filled with beautifully sad relatable depression quotes...

These are just quotes that if you've suffered depression or are sad you will understand. Please don't feel afraid to contact me if you are suffering depression and need help or someone to talk to.

Clair Fury and William Helado have been enemies for years. Clair's loved him all this time, but she knows the feeling isn't mutual... or is it? {Cover credit goes to @giselleapproximately}

A collection of One-Shots, Drabbles and others in the MCU. Open to requests! Most One-Shots or Imagines will be character x reader.

A world on the verge of a vampire apocalypse and a werecat has been remembered by an elusive god. All of this is unknown to Victoria, a girl mercilessly bullied for her purple eyes, but she finds herself caught up in all of it when one day a strange boy called Flame walks into her classroom. Victoria longed for days of adventure and escape from the real world, but what if the real world is actually a better place? Does having purple eyes mean you're destined to be different? Before the Hotel: Book 1

Deyzinya is a were-cat who lives in the savannah's of Africa with her tribe. When she first shifted at the age of 10 unlike normal cheetahs who shift at 13 she discovered she was a royal cheetah. Her mother was proud, so was her father. But being a Royal she will face new obstacles in life and will gain new powers unheard of.

"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.