Will I Always Be: Just A Friend? {Book 1} *** {Teen Fiction #1} Ashton Thompson is everything you'd want in a boyfriend. He's funny, caring, childish at times, loving, romantic...oh and he's drool-worthy gorgeous. It's just a shame that he's my best friend...NOT my boyfriend. Being in love with your best friend SUCKS. Watching him kiss other girls HURTS. Acting like he means nothing more to me than just a friend KILLS. *** Lydia and Ashton have been best friends from the very beginning. They tell each other everything and know everything about one another. Well, so Ashton thought... Lydia has been secretly in love with her best friend for as long as she can remember. However, she keeps it to herself, not wanting to ruin their close friendship. Now they're both 18, things begin to change after a couple of 'moments' between the pair...will their friendship stand the test? And will Lydia only ever be to Ashton...Just A Friend? **THIS IS NOT A 5 SOS FANFICTION** *Credit to @XxTofiexX for my gorgeous book cover* Highest Ranking - Teen Fiction #1 (10/11/15)

[UNPUBLISHING TO RE EDIT] I highly doubt anyone's still reading this but, if so I'm going to put this story under reconstruction and try and make it much better than it was from years ago. I'm not sure if I'm going to change some of the plot or if I'm just going to stick with it. I have no idea on what anyone wants from this book 😅 so I'm going to try my best to keep it and I'm not sure if anyone wants it all to be published in one go (that may take a while) or publish by each chapter I edit) -------------- I didn't want to face any of them right now or anyone at all. "Angelica wait!" Grant's voice echoed I was in the forest attempting to escape the world and get lost in my thoughts. I ran faster even with the new strength I could feel pulsing through my veins I knew I couldn't outrun him. "Wait Angelica, I can explain everything" he pleads but I through his lies I gave him a second chance to confess himself. I am tugged by my arm and I finally face him and even as I told myself no more tears, I couldn't help my face stream with tears. I swallowed deeply and he awaited my response "Explain what. That you went behind my back and kissed someone I despise just because we had a disagreement" He tries to hold my face but I turn away "it wasn't like that I promise" "I don't need to listen to you" ***************** Angel is a 17 year old werewolf, she can't shift and she gets bullied for that, she's sweet and kind always follows the rules to get out of trouble. Very sporty but shy. The only family she has left is her alpha uncle James. She has a trusty best friend who loves parties and is out going. Her life changes when she meets her Alpha mate, she uncovers the lies she was told to believe. She finds out her blood is powerful, that any werewolf is to envy but it is also dangerous because it is the key to a dark revolution. Will she unlock it? Or will she control it? The past always links to the present. ------------- Please do not copy or steal my story.

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.