Vanilla, a lone werewolf with an unnaturally strong scent, belongs to the powerful vampire clan that rules the city. By day he can roam freely, work and live as he likes, but when night falls, he serves the vampires and their needs, whatever those needs may be. They adore him, treasure him, and hate to share him with anyone else. Vanilla doesn't mind it, they provide him security, protection, and care. But what happens when a pack moves in close by, one with a new Alpha that fears no vampire, and is looking for a mate to complete his pack? Vanilla finds himself struggling with choosing what he wants in life; who he wants to live with, who he wants to keep as a lover, and what is best for him and his werewolf nature. Amidst his struggle, someone lets slip that he's not exactly an ordinary werewolf, which only adds to the further-tangling mess he finds himself in. Who can he trust? Which side does he pick? What if he were to pick neither? A polished/edited version of this book is currently being written and will be available to purchase in the Kindle store. If you enjoyed this version of the book, please consider buying, it would be a great help! I will post an announcement on my profile when the new version is ready <3 *** FYI, someone has taken this story, translated it into Spanish, and posted it as their own work. They changed the title to Al Salir La Luna. The user was once Soy_Beto and then A_Piper, but I haven't found their newest account if they've made one. Please help me by reporting the story and helping other authors be aware of this guy and other people who steal stories under the guise of translating them. It's incredibly frustrating and enraging to know that people will just copy paste a story that I put time and effort into plotting and writing. I know Wattpad is free to read but stealing stories under All Rights Reserved copyright is still theft.

*A continuance of "Good Boy" But can be read independently* Pain is nothing new. Scott King lost his true love to lung cancer five years ago. He has since coped by burying himself in his work and keeping Danny's items in a shrine-like manner. He's taken by surprise when a business partner introduces him to Puppy--a lost sub with sad eyes and an uncaring Dom. Scott is stunned to find himself pulled into Puppy's baby blue eyes and even more surprised with the need to bring the poor boy home and show him the love and affection he'd been denied his entire life. Puppy has always assumed himself to be a burden. Haunted by his past with an emotionally unavailable Dom, he feels he doesn't deserve the love and kindness extended toward him by Scott. But as they grow closer Puppy grows more and more aware of the impact Danny's death has had on Scott. He begins to question if Scott is truly over the death and available to care for Puppy emotionally. Together they need to heal their hearts from all the pain they've dealt with. *Warnings: ManxMan, death, sexual content, strong language, mature situations, bdsm*

Coming home from being drafted for over two years, Scott stumbled apon a stray Omega alone on the streets. He brought the Omega to his home and everything changed then.

(Undergoing edits to adhere to Wattpad's Content Guidelines[As of 9 Apr 2024, Chs 1-8 are edited]) After tragedy strikes the pack, Damian and Galen, the soon-to-be Alphas, move with the pack to Canada, leaving America behind. As the stepbrothers settle into their new territory, rumours of a mysterious figure living in the surrounding wilderness reaches them and causes curiosity to arise. The town's own little mystery makes everybody question the same thing. Who is The Boy in the Woods?

you're there on a ship, the pirate ship, of gallant captain hook. +++ being kidnapped by pirates wasn't on scott's to-do list.

he don't say a word, and he won't say a word, until you kiss the boy. +++ mitch doesn't speak. it's not like he can't, it's just that he doesn't want to. he refuses to open his mouth and let words escape his lips. why, you ask? that's for him to know and for you to find out. scott meets the silent boy and is instantly intrigued. after all, how could you not with his warm brown eyes and a smile that could bring happiness to the saddest of people? and when he discovers mitch's silence, it just feeds his thirst for knowledge. he wants to know why. well, you know what they say. curiosity killed the cat.

They've been through it all, but when Scott reveals parts of himself. Mitch realizes that he really doesn't know anything about his boyfriend. In this book, you read the troubles they go through in their love's journey to survive. Will Scott and Mitch make it through their thoughts? Are they crazy or just crazy for each other? Sequel to "I'm not Crazy"

Mitch has been labeled a danger to himself and others. After an unfortunate event, he was placed in the 'All saints' insane asylum. He questions weather he really is crazy. Scott is a phycologist. He used to work at an asylum, but was fired for breaking the rules. He's on the hunt for another job, until he stumbles on the 'all saints' asylum. He is placed on the case of the dangerous Grassi. Warning: may contain abuse, violence and mature matter. Viewer discretion is advised.

*Mitch POV* I knew something was wrong when I couldn't breathe. It was in the middle of our social studies lesson for the day, and I tried to take a breath. All that happened was worse suffocation. Being twelve, I didn't handle it well. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was an odd sounding croak. My teacher hushed me. But someone sitting next to me looked at me and noticed how pale I looked, or noticed that tears were welling in my eyes and I was drooping. I wrapped my hands around my throat seconds before I blacked out. That was only the first instance. In the time that I was unconscious, my lungs filled with fluid and I almost died. I was out for nearly two days, and my parents really thought that I would die. I vaguely remember hearing my mom crying while I couldn't open my eyes, and my dad telling her that maybe it was just my time and they had to let me go. But then I woke up, and the fluid had been drained from my lungs. I spent a while more in the hospital, and in that time, my parents found out that I had cancer. It had been determined that I probably wouldn't live much longer, maybe three months at the most. The conversation was happening outside my room, where I was supposed to be asleep, but I still heard the whole thing. What I remember most is my mom's sobs.

Just a collection of small drabbles written in my head that I've decided to write down and share ❤️ • • • • • @kamofficial 2016 Cover credits: @cant_sleep_mitch