"She loved like she died. Deeply, and in the end, chaotic. I guess you didn't realize how much she had shook your world until she was dead. Until her blood painted the ground and her heart ceased to beat. She cried every night, you know. She would collapse to the floor and let her tears flow. She wasn't afraid. Not until you beat her down with every harsh word, every little blow. Isn't it a shame? That the only people that can cause us such irreversible pain are the ones we love with every fiber of our being? It's poetic, maybe. That she would have burned the world for you if you asked, and instead you burned her. Love is not something you can push away, alpha. It's the end, and the beginning. It is the creator and the destroyer. Who taught you to hate like you love? Why are your indiscretions not spat on like hers? A shame, really, that you hadn't met sooner. Maybe you wouldn't have fallen so far, and dragged her down with you. But she is far gone, and this time, I'm afraid there is no pulling her back." Highest #21 in Werewolf Cover by liamsanchor9

He's a 6'2 quarterback with girls lining up to get a chance with the notorious player. She's a broken girl who'd rather stick her nose in a book then watch a football game. But no one knows who he really is. But no one knows she likes to drink away her problems. Maybe they're more alike then appears at first glance. One bet is all it takes...

No one ever said life was fair. Asher and Ariel Tide know that more than anyone. Their father was a god, but even with all his power he didn't stop a beast from murdering their mother. They were only children. Forced out on the street in fear of being taken into the foster system, and eventually being split up. They were betrayed many times, by many different people. They stumble upon Camp Half-Blood, a place where people like them are safe and learn to fight. A place for demigods, half-human half-god. They're tumbled into a world where loyalties are tested, friendships are created, and maybe, just maybe, love is found. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN! I WON NOTHING BUT MY OCs AND IDEAS! Taken place between post Sea of Monsters and before The Titan's Curse.

He growled when I tried to run the brush through his black hair that looked as wild as he was. "shut up, you look awful." I scolded, trying to get him to be human for ten seconds. He tugged at the ropes that held his tattooed wrists to the arms of the chair, but they didn't budge. I was good at knots. I pushed him back in the chair with my hand on his bare chest and tried to get the brush in his hair again. This time he grabbed it from my hand with his teeth and snarled as he broke it in half. I scowled and stepped away from him and the shattered wood pieces of what was once my brush. "well that was perfectly normal." I said sarcastically at him with my hands on my hips as I blew a strand of loose red hair out of my face. "I'm not normal, I keep trying to tell you I'm an animal!" He yelled as he struggled against the ropes again, making the chair wobble. "then I'll tame you." He stopped struggling when I said that and looked at me with raised eyebrows. But for once he didn't try to stop me.