Enter little Elizabeth Jones, she isn't the popular type of girl and people always judged her by the looks on how she wore her clothes. "Cow Ugly Scumbag Slut Pig Fat-ass Teacher's pet Nerd and so on.." That's what the people of Greenwood High, school for the richest kids calls her and who's the leader? None other than The Mason Wilder. Enter Mason Wilder, football quarterback and son of one of the richest man and constantly torments Elizabeth. But little did they know that she isn't what she is.. Under those baggy clothes , square thick rimmed glass and an oversize hoodie is a girl that will make boys fall to their knees. What if this secret revealed? Throw some drama and other cliché high school happening equals one hell of story. Join as El and Mason finds their self and aimlessly cupid throws an arrow between the two. Will they resist? Or their love will not exist? [ ChickLit #103 to ChickLit #78 down to ChickLit #72 to #101] Status as of 18-4-14 [ ChickLit #68 / Romance #314 ]

Arabella Pines is the sweetest person anybody will ever meet. She is selfless and is all ways thinking about others. She is not only rich in kindness, but in beauty. And just like other she-wolves in her pack, Arabella cannot wait to meet her mate. She has wished upon every star, and has prayed to the Moon Goddess to grant her only wish. What she doesn't know is that her wish would come true, and it will be a brutal sight. Xander Black, the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. He feeds off fear, loves to kill, and is a cold hearted beast. He has never wished for a mate, for him they are a sign of weakness. He has stopped loving a long time ago. Xander plans to take over his neighboring pack that night, the Snow Moon Pack. But what he doesn't know is that a special someone is waiting their for him. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Please," I beg, "Just please let me go." A thunderous growl ripples in his throat. He ignores me and drags me deeper into the woods the opposite to his campsite. A faze of confusion passes over me as he drags me the other way. I know there is no use struggling but I continue to do it anyways. His muscular hand still holds a tight grip on me, as if I effect him in no way whatsoever. Suddenly he stops walking and I am harshly shoved against a tree. Pain shoots up my spine and a whimper escapes my lips. Tears roll down my face, and I realize that their is no use in begging. There is no escape. The monster holding me up harshly against the tree is not just any man, this monster is my mate.