Umm....hi. As u can tell from the title, I have become OBSESSED with neko boys and for now, I will be creating a neko boy of my choice x reader. Ugh.... But all the (y/n) I have to do. Just writing that wasted 5 minutes of my time! Enough about that.... Yea. Here's ur neko story.

F/M/M Story - Kali Edridge looks like your every day, average all-American college student. But Kali has a secret. She's not like most people. She is a werewolf. But she doesn't really fit in well with the rest of her pack. She's too docile. Too kind. Too submissive. Even her family thinks she's odd. But when she accidentally meets the leaders of a rival pack things begin to change. They don't treat her like she's odd. Don't look at her like there's something wrong with her. And she quickly finds herself torn between loyalty to her pack and the need to be accepted as she is.

I was only a young thing when I heard the story of Vlad the Impaler. But now, he is known as Dracula, to almost all. My mother used to tell me that it was only a story, that there was no such man to ever have existed, "Like a silly old myth. A legend that was drawn out through the ages of time, twisted and mangled until it was unrecognizable." she'd say to me. Of course I would almost believe her, but when she wasn't around my father and brother's would convince me otherwise. I'd love hearing their stories, their tales of adventures with knights and kings and lost treasures. But when darkness struck over the lands and devoured everything in black we turned to myths, stories and tales to comfort and aid us in our search for peace. With the little knowledge my village contained we were exposed to dangers and open to attacks. We were weak and had nothing to turn to for guidance. But Dracula was one of those stories that we turned to for guidance. But in our search for salvation, for freedom of wicked things we found ourselves confronted with a dark force that we did not think that we would ever truly face again. All had heard the tale of his becoming, of his creation. But not all had heard his true story, his life story of how he became to be called Dracula and be known for cruelty. Each person saw him as a danger, a threat to life and wished him dead or otherwise thought him just a story to tell children into scaring them into bed at night. I believe those wicked stories, those terrible ideas of limitless power and identity to last through the ages. Sometimes, as a girl, I would feel that he would be there watching me play with my brothers. Watching me grow up into a woman, learning, dancing, singing like someone of youth would do during work. But I was always reminded that it was silly and childish to think of a character watching me from a distance like a wild cat. But could he be actually there?

While Vlad takes to the night with his new immortal body to return home and defend his family, he comes across large pitiful creature caught in a trap. After being compelled He releases the gigantic Wolf. And employes her into his service. He soon becomes aware that her loyalties are driven not by debt but something more

Margaret Delterro always wanted to be a famous singer. However, she doesn't seem to have the talent for it. She was about to give up when a storm changes her life forever... What would you do when you wake up to find a merman right in front of you, asking for help? ***************** Special thanks to wattpad user, keysandguitar for my previous cover. Anyway, I've decided to change it. This time, it's a picture by Ms. Annie Leibovitz for her Disney-inspired photoshoot featuring celebrities. I think in this new cover, it's Michael Phelps who got the tail. I don't own the photo at all. =)

For Candy, a trip to the beach is more then just a trip. She ends up going into the deep waters of the supernatural world where she meets her soulmate. Only crazy escape plans, random changes in plot, new characters arising and more can rise from here. .......Can she survive what is this story?

I knew when I saw her that she was mine. From the minute I heard her melodic voice that came from her beautiful plump lips. The lips that I just wanted to kiss. And how her eyes sparkled when she saw someone she loved. I love the way she cares for anyone in need. And has that little bit of sass when it needs to be put to use. All I know is that I am going to make her mine whether she likes it or not. (Currently Editing, May have Mistakes)

When quiet Mandy decides to adopt a stray black cat that more or less follows her home, she didn't realize how much it would change her life. From fighting off government officials, to finding out they're connected to dark forces, to making sure Mandy's parents don't find out that the small black cat she's been keeping is actually a boy...Mandy's in for the time of her life.

You've heard of Were-wolves right? Vampires, Pixies, witches and wizards. Maybe even read a few on Were-beasts, you know the wide spectrum of furry people, sorry people that turn furry or feathery. But have you ever heard of the opposite? Sybelle Vertigo has a soft spot for animals, especially those cruelly mistreated stray black cats. she scoffs at the old folktales of Witches Familiars, or the urban myths that they bring bad luck. She thinks those people are to stupid to understand. When she finds a poor abandoned black cat on a rainy day, it will change her life. Sybelle is going to realize how small her world has been up to that moment. But her kind nature may be her undoing in a world where everybody is her enemy and her only friend is a not so simple Black cat.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?