*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

Tristan Kane is a famous football player. Tristan's sister Abigail is an only mother of a baby girl. After Abigail's death Tristan is appointed legal guardian. Can Tristan raise a child while staying at the peak of his career. Or will Tristan seek help from a new friend?

'I watch his slow gaze travel over all of us until it settles on me. I also watch as his pupils dilate and his lips pull back, exposing his teeth as he growls out "Mine!" I don't even have time to process what he said before the table he's sitting behind flies to the side and he lunges forward. Jamie pushes me to the side and Dad catches me before I can fall to the ground. Another growl rips out of the man's chest before something happens that I'm sure I imagined. Before my eyes, I watch as the man morphs into an animal. A wolf.' When Avery's parents drag her across the country just to congratulate someone, she knows something is up. When her parents then bring her to a strangers home in the middle of the woods, she can't help feeling like something is wrong. And when a man suddenly turns into a werewolf right in front of her eyes, Avery is sure that there was something her parents have been leaving out for the past nineteen years. She grew up assuming werewolves were fake, made real only in stories and folktales. Now she knows better, but will she be able to accept her new reality?

also called one too many all allie did was go to a party and now her whole life is changed for forever what will she do when she has no one but her best friend des but he has his own mate and she doesnt want to take away from him

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT AND PROFANE LANGUAGE. 18 AND OLDER ADVISED. ALL RIGHTS RIGHTS RESERVED. AIR is all I could think as I woke up drenched in sweat. I had been having this dream about the most handsome guy I had ever seen. He had the body of a God. No make that a Greek God. You know the ones the made sculptures of in the ancient times. Only this guy was way sexier. I didnt have a clue who he was. All I knew was that he couldn't exist. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY ON WATTPAD SO PLEASE GIVE IT A TRY YOU WONT BE SORRY :)

" I am stuck in the middle of nowhere with seven amazingly hot sexist guys, the King-of-Assholes and my evil Grammy, for the whole summer. Why, God, why?!"