When Kayla was 10 her parents died. She's been in St. Peter's orphanage ever since. She finally got adopted at 16 and thats when her life started to get interesting.

(1st in the Cursed Series) #234 in werewolf as of March 10, 2017. (Update Schedule: Monday's, and Wednesday's.) "Vivian. So nice of you to join us." The Greek god standing in front of me states. My eyes widen and I just stare gobsmacked. Who was he? And how did he know my name? "Have we met?" I say confused. He smirks at me. Holy crap. "No, if you had met me, then you would have remembered me. People have told me that I'm hard to forget." He says with a playful tone. I was gonna sass that confidence right out of there. "Really? I don't see much there TOO remember." I sass back at him. Liar. He was piece of work. Looked like he was carved. Like a hot Pinocchio. He just chuckles darkly. "You don't want to sass me darling. And your mouth says no but your body says something those pretty little lips would never dare utter." He says, his voice low and daring. I was in deep doo doo. "Who are you anyway?" I ask tentatively. "Well......My name is Caldron Baelsmyth." I gulp. He was..... "Well Darling. I'm Fate." A/N: MY STORY, MY IDEAS, YOU NO TOUCHY YOU ONLY READ, VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE. Capisce? Capisce.

Sage Holdsworth is a gifted painter with a terrible secret. She never imagined her passion would give birth to a vicious monster that could cost her everything. Sage has hidden the source of her talent from her friend and benefactor Lady Helena, but Sage cannot conceal her infatuation with the handsome and charismatic Dorian Gray. Sage creates a lifelike painting of Dorian and a small wolf pup, but there is more to the painting than meets the eye. Lady Helena is determined to meet the mysterious man in the painting. If there is one thing she is good at, it is corrupting young men. Dorian's loss of innocence at her hands soon descends into a life of evil. Dorian pursues all the pleasures of life, unaware that his debauchery has spawned a werewolf that begins killing in the streets of London. Can Dorian and Sage save their souls? Or will the beast consume them all? "Rarely does romance and revenge intersect so pleasurably and delicately, forming a dance of passion and purpose that embraces a soul search and a confrontation between choices of salvation and sin." - Midwest Book Review "A delectable page turner. An excellent debut by Brian Ference. Full of excitement, anticipation, and rich scenery." - Pavan "It has something for everyone with action, romance, and mystery." - Rachel "There on my desk is the first passionate love-letter which I have ever composed in my life-and it is addressed to a dead girl." "The engorged moon hung full and low in the sky like a yellow skull. Misshapen clouds stretched across the floating orb with elongated hands and bony fingers grasping. As they neared the docks, the gas lamps grew fewer and the streets gloomier. The cobblestones blackened as they passed the deserted brickfields. Bottle-sgoodreadshaped kilns spat their outrage with orange tongues of fire into the cooling air. Mangy dogs snarled in hunger and wandering sea-gulls screamed their displeasure at the hansom's passage."

Where Beasts are young and Magic is ancient. 2037, the year of Beasts. The year of death. War World III leaves many dead, but even more alone to be dealt with at the hands of Them. Nations across the world have fallen in to the hands of Them, the wolf shifters. Rhys-Windsor O'Nil is no different than any other teenager that grew up during the war, tough to love and even harder to dispose of. Determined to stay away from the Beasts that murdered her mother, she gets by in the lower markets of New America with her band of misfits. With the help of a pair of battle worn men and a quirky boy, she will learn to navigate through her hectic life and dodge snooping wolves, and maybe fall in love along the way.

Book 2 in the Deviant Creature Series Secrets will unravel you. Windy City was no stranger to violence, although some of inhabitants were. Home to many, home to death. Home to the supernatural. Duke Harris. A male name. But a female user. A young woman living on the streets, fighting day by day to survive. It was safe to say that Duke Harris was a strange woman indeed. With a man's name and knack for experiencing strange occurrences, there was not a single day that went by without Duke having to haul ass. Equipped with her brains and attitude she will have to face her biggest challenge yet. The men who were destined for her.

Book 1 in the Deviant Creatures Series In the slums of New York City an underground prison sat. The City that Never Sleeps wasn't all it seemed, ruled by the society of the supernatural, the gang wars were pack wars, the drug dealers were carriers for money hungry beasts. But in the midst of all the chaos sat the prison. Everest Peak Penitentiary was renowned for being the most dangerous werewolf prison in the States, all of the traitors, tyrants, and hellions went there. The worst of the worst. Only the strongest survived. You had to fight your way to the top, past the plotting twats and bloodthirsty savages. Right up to the top, to the throne. It was known for that she-wolves never go to Everest. Save for the exception of Olympe Tryker. For years she had been the talk of the supernatural, her crimes horrid, her temper even worse. At the young age of fifteen she had been incarcerated into Everest. And she, like everyone else there, learned the hard way. It was kill or be killed. •Warning - Mature Themes• •cover by Deviation-•

Greyson Blackwood; anger issues and psychopathic traits hang over her life. Secluded from the rest of society, Greyson seeks comfort in writing and her brothers. While counsellors and therapists desperately try and control her anger there is one person in particular who gets under her skin like no one else. Jackson McKinnon; arrogant and cockiness are what he is best at. Better known as Jack, he enjoys getting under the skin of the quiet, mean girl Greyson. Knowing they are mates, Greyson does everything in her power to make sure that she doesn't fall in love. However, the more she spends with Jack, the more she realizes how perfect he is for her.

Kayleigh's scared. And she hates it. It's weak and pathetic, but she can't stop it. So instead she hides it. But it's always there. It's always itching in the back of her mind. It's only a matter of time before someone finds out. So what happens when Jayden, a guy she never even spoke to before her eighteenth birthday, starts to see past all her defences. What about when there's nowhere left to hide from her darkest fears? What's the plan then? [(Special thanks to x_ADaydreamAway_x for making me the cover)] xxx TW: Suicide mention: chapter 25 a character states her belief that its a childish means of escape and i dont have any one correct her on that in this story (im working on fixing this) **ill put a more in depth explanation next to chapter 25**

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Forced to share his bed with an attractive stranger, Ash Jamieson suddenly finds himself confronted with feelings he thought he'd repressed. ***** Riddled with adolescent angst, lavished with profanity, and adorned with more cheese than your favourite take-out pizza, Top and Tail chronicles the life of Ash Jamieson as he haphazardly navigates his way through malicious schoolmates, whackjob teachers, disillusioned parents, imbecilic athletes, audacious girls, and of course, his most pressing problem: the subdued pretty-boy that has suddenly invaded every aspect of his life. Being a teenager is hard, ok? ***** Top and Tail is posted exclusively on Wattpad! If you're reading this elsewhere, you're reading an unedited, stolen version where illegal sites profit off my work :( The official version is FREE to read at it's home on Wattpad! [Featured in Teen Fiction 2016] [Completed 2011]