She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

"What's your name?" he asked. I hesitated. "Dawn." He repeated it under his breath once, then again, slower, as if he was tasting it. "Dawn." The sound of it hit something in me that shouldn't have existed. But then his gaze hardened again. "You were with her," he said quietly, anger laced in his face as he brought up Mandy. "How do you know her?" "I don't," he said tightly. "But I know what her pack did," His words confused me, "she's a killer. I've been tracking her for weeks." My blood ran cold. "You're lying." "I wish I was," he murmured, stepping closer again. "She's dangerous, Dawn." "She's my friend." He flinched like I'd struck him. "She's the reason people are after you." "That doesn't make sense-" "She's the one they were following. But they found you too, and they changed their target. I don't know why." His eyes flicked over my face, his tone shifting. "Unless... unless they know what you are." I took a sharp step back, panic clawing at my throat. "You don't know anything about me." "No," he said quietly. "But I want to." The way he said it made my pulse stutter. His voice was aching. And then, he grew softer, "When I found you, I thought you were just a human. I tried to tell myself you were. But my wolf..." He stopped, dragging in a rough breath. "He knows you. He recognized you before I even saw your face." "What are you even saying," I shook my head, heart racing. "You're insane." "Dawn-" "You don't know me," I said again. "You are my mate." #1 in love 12/5/2018 #1 in human 12/28/2018 #1 in comedy 1/17/2019 #1 in young adult 4/8/2019 #1 in cold 4/16/2019

If one day is all we had, will you make it worth my while? City girl-Bradley Hughes battles with her emotions as she entangles herself in an unpredictable life with the well respected- New Orleans native, Rashad Farewood. The right man will evoke the wild side out of you, no matter how much you've tamed it. Bradley is set to learn that the hard way.

"i remember." © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2015. N. A. The sequel to 'Boy' is 'Funnybones' and is available to read on my profile.

an applause for the girl who wanted a new beginning and acquired it by changing her fate. -poetry -slow updates art: rawraau (ig)

And suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul

A riviting tale of Stockholm syndrome and being held against her will and trained to embrace the darkest situations Pretty, a sixteen year old girl, is introduced to a lifestyle that few will ever experience and even fewer live to tell about it. But don't cry for Pretty!

(READ DESCRIPTION) Various horror stories (mainly creepy pastas and urban legends). Good luck sleeping... I did not write any of these stories nor claim any of them, all rights go to the authors/owners of these stories. This is just a collection of all my favourite creepypastas that i've decided to share with you, enjoy ;)

"Cassie stop. You're going to collapse..."George called softly in the wind. My mind was already elsewhere, detached from my body. I don't know what kept my feet moving, but something did. Keep running. But I can't. I didn't understand what was happening until my knees collided with the ground and my whole body weight sagged underneath. There was no power left in me. Not one ounce. I became my worst nightmare. Weak. "Libellule, come here," His husky tone whispered. I closed my eyes and listened to the comforting sound. Two arms encircled my waist and pulled me into a hard chest. I didn't move though, only slumped into the warmth. George sat down on the dying grass and pulled me into his lap. For the second time today I found myself trapped in the warm embrace of his arms. Worst part was, it felt good. WARNING: Contains bad language, rape, drug use and physical abuse