In this book I'm just putting my random thoughts. The thoughts go from straight up depressing to the hyper crack that makes up my demented mind. So if you truly wish to dive into my mind go ahead... I'm not stopping you... I'm just warning you, you might find weird stuff. Anyway... Thank you for reading my crap writing! ^_^ Note from future self: I'm just gonna say that all this was written when I was younger and all of it is pretty cringe worthy, but I'll leave it up in case anyone would ever want to read this, (only God knows why). But if it sucks, please don't leave hate or complain how bad of a writer I am. I'm well aware it is bad. Anyway thanks for reading this if you still want to.

My mom and I are werecats. My dad? He died. Why isn't my mom all depressed and suicidal? Because unlike werewolves, werecat mates don't die with each other. They live so they can take care of their children or help around the pride. Not that there are many werecats left. There are about 80 left in existence. Why only 80? Hunters and werewolves. We're not accepted. That's why we moved. My name is Nikki. I'm 17. This is my story.

Six word stories, inspirational words, quotes etcetera.

Hello there! Molly here. Molly Hooper, of course. I've decided that I'm going to be posting my diary/blog entries here on Wattpad. It's not really all that different from the blog I once had. But I stopped posting there a while ago. I think it's time to move on. I hope you enjoy!! xx Molly

Gemma goes for a walk and sees a shadow... but who is this shadow and will she be able to hide it from her family....