Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

CHARLOTTE WAYLAND LIVES in a time where werewolves are well-known and at the top of the food chain. The humans, especially in her small town of Westfield, despise the creatures entirely. She does too, in her "perfect" human life until suddenly her world is thrust upside down by the pack's next Alpha. Her so called mate. (WARNING: This book contains a rushed ending, a rant of an authors note in the last part, and is not edited. It is also very cliche, and I wrote it when I was like fourteen. I don't recommend that you read it, but if you're in the mood for amateur writing and teen angst, I can't really stop you.) **When you see ITIHYKOL that is a transition that stands for It's That I Hate You Kind of Love**

Imagines about Dan (danisnotonfire) and Phil (AmazingPhil), about friendship or romance.

Book 3 of the Cross-shifter Series. Life has always been good for Sam. He had it all. The huge house. All the hot one night stands he could ever want. Parents who could honestly care less about seeing girls stumble out the door at odd hours of the day and or night. Everything seemed perfect. Until he found out something about himself that literally kicked his ass...right out of the house and onto the curb. He had always known he was a canine shapeshifter, just like his two parents. However, when things began to get awkward with the male students at his school during his senior year, ending with him being jumped in the locker room, he quickly found out that he not only was a shapeshifter, but a special kind which was considered a disgrace to his family. A cross-shifter. The trip to the animal shelter had been planned for quite awhile but work had kept finding its way into the time slot he'd allowed for the trip. Now, with his three year old daughter cheering in the backseat, Richard finally makes his way to the building and finds a parking spot. He expects to find something small that would hopefully take to his daughter and be a friend he sometimes couldn't be when he had long days at work, but something caught his daughter's attention in an off-limits quarantine area that he just couldn't leave behind.

Zanna's life is turned upside down when the hot, mysterious stranger Pheonix arrives with a bang, and many hidden secrets. But some dangerous men are after them, and will do anything to get the spray that made it all possible. Many thanks to, and co-written by mimiwolfpup. For Zara.

"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.