(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]

The smell, it smelt, so good, like the woods. I closed my eyes and started walking towards the scent. Did mom leave the window open? I thought looking around. No... she wouldn't she was terrified of being mauled by the werewolves. I sighed and breathed in the scent before I felt a hand grab me and growl out, the one word that would haunt me forever. Mate. ---------------- Werewolves have taken over the world, they are know superior and the word of them is out. Humans hide in fear, scared of what might happen. Most humans are forced to be turned into werewolves if they disobey the Alpha King. So what happens when a happens when Hazel, an outspoken, happy, human teen, finds out that's she is mated to the one person she fears. She does the easiest thing she can, she rejects him. I mean wouldn't you reject the person who used to beats you in front of your family. Will Hazel be able to love the person she is meant to? Or will she only be able to see a monster?

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

"My, my, love. Are you sure you want to leave such a cruel world behind?" Far beyond the horizon, clouds gathered-throbbing, budding, menacing. Time was slipping through their fingers. "What can be worse than this?" A slow, wicked smile split his face in two. Oh how delightfully wild he looked! So wild, so dangerous. He stretched out a hand. She took it without hesitation. And that, dear friends, is how she dug her own grave. #book1 in the cursed artefact's series This is a Rewrite of Demetre!

Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart. With a charismatic and loveable personality and a drive to help anyone and everyone, it's easy to understand just why everyone loves her. That is, everyone except Blake Parker; the school's rude and arrogant bad boy. But even that's not hard to understand why. While Blake is mean, cruel and egotistical, Bronte is kind, helpful and humble. So what happens when Bronte is forced to stay at Blake's house since her parents are off on a work trip around Africa? Well, with Bronte's sudden determination to befriend the arrogant Bad Boy, you can only imagine all the different possibilities. Yes, all the possibilities that involve the two ripping each other's throats out, that is. With late night conversations, ruthless pranks, constant bickering and secrets that are yet to unfold, its a miracle the two haven't killed each other... yet. Then again, opposites do attract. ▲ ▲ ▲ Cover made by @jeoneunkiko

If you're judging this book by its cover and title, you're already proving the point this story wants to make. Try to move past this satirical obstacle in front of you. This is a story about bullying, and like the hundreds of other books on the topic, it will show you the harsh reality of being discriminated, belittled, ridiculed for something you cannot control- how you look, who you love, or what you believe in. But unlike these books, this story's sole purpose is not to tear your heart out of your chest as you mourn over your loss of faith in humanity. Instead, this book will make you laugh and love alongside these characters. Just like in life, there will be moments of dread and surrender, but there will also be moments of happiness, laughter, and love. - Naomi Lorraine, better known as Nerdy Naomi with her thick-rimmed glasses and straight-A report card, is the most unpopular girl in her school. Even with the help of her sarcastic comebacks, that doesn't stop her from getting bullied by everyone in Dartwell High. Every day her childhood bully, Raymond Meyers, knocks her off her feet, literally. However, she can't do anything but survive the laughs, insults, and bruises high school gives her. There are three senior transfer students, dubbed the Three Musketeers: Bennett Frazier, Jordan Wallace, and Declan Lynch. All in one day, Naomi catches their attention one by one. With her snarky attitude, but innocent look, they can't help but want her. But not the way you're thinking. Oh no, not like that. Instead, it's probably the whole opposite. It's quite simple really. She'll be their good girl. And they'll be her bad boys. ~ [This story is a first draft written by a 13 to 15-year-old girl so it has its fair share of grammar mistakes and plot holes.] Wattys 2015 Talk of the Town Award Second Place Story of 2015 Best Humor and Overall Points of The Fiction Awards 2016 Third in the Writers Awards 2016 Highest Ranks: #1 Humor, #1 Teen Fiction

"Get your hands off her. Or I will smear your fucking insides on these very walls" his eyes no longer shon the bright brown it always did. They no longer looked loving and amused like they were a few hours ago, they looked dead; his eyes were dead and his soul was too. He told me I shouldn't know what he was because If I knew I would run and the truth was he was right, I wanted to run as far away from here as possible. His fists clenched, his muscles tensed and his body shook to the point I knew he would lose his sanity if the man behind me was to say anything back to him. "Let me go or he'll kill you!" I hissed at the man behind me but he blanked me. "You're a mutt" he snapped and squeezed my breast which made me whimper "She is mine" That's when he lost his last bit of sanity. • • • #Book3 third and final book in the eternal series

“Did you really think that you could call me here and I’d just fall into your arms?!” she shouted. Without giving him a chance to speak, she continued. “I’ll just bet you did. Well, guess what dragon boy?! I don’t want this! I don’t want you! I didn’t ask to be brought here t-to…” Scarlett faltered in her words, quickly taking a step back as he approached her. His eyes blazed at her, a fierier of passion and anger. He stalked forward, following her step for step until her back was pressed against the cold hard ridges of the wall. “Don’t lie to me, Scarlett,” he said, his deep timbre sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. His hands came up to rest on the wall beside her head, effectively caging her. “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel what’s between us.” With each word he lowered his head, until the last word was spoken against her lips. His mouth opened and his tongue flicked out, brushing over her bottom lip, as he continued to stare into her eyes. She felt that flicker of his tongue to the core. She stood there, her body responding to his close proximity. How could he do this to her? He wasn’t supposed to be able to do this to her. He was a dragon-man for goodness sake! “I’m more than a dragon, Scarlett,” a new voice said. “I’m a man too.” Scarlett’s eyes widened as her gaze shot from the man before her to the man behind him. What the hell? She looked back and forth between the two.

NOTE: this is a sequel to Demetre, please read Demetre before this so you do not get confused. ~*~ Ever get the saying you mess with the bull you get the horns? But instead of a bull, you mess with a vampire pack. He is merciless. He is heartless when it comes to people who have hurt his family, he will slit your chest open and rip out your organs in seconds then stand and watch you bleed to death. He'll watch you take your final breath and feel nothing, with his iron heart he feels nothing. He is feared. He is Demetre. #book2 in the eternal series

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