[Before you begin reading just a quick warning; this story has painfully slow updates, it is also very cliche but it does improve as the story goes on] When Jade Everett was ten years old, her first kiss was stolen by Jared Felton. Six years later Jade has still not forgiven him, although she doesn't really have to worry about it seen as she knows she will never see him again. This all changes when none other than the Jared Felton enrolls in her school, looking more gorgeous than ever. Jared quickly becomes worshipped at Eastwood high, despite his bad attendance record, awful attitude, low care tolerance for school and the cocky smirk which never seems to leave his lips; he still finds a way to make everyone in a 10K radius fall in love with him. Well, everyone except Jade. And Jared is willing to do anything to change that. Can Jared win Jade over, or will he always just be the boy who stole her first kiss? ♥My Stolen First Kiss reached #1 on Teen Fiction 20/8/14 ♥My Stolen First Kiss reached #1 on Humor on 20/8/14 [Story will be properly edited when completed]

“Hmm… well you can’t have her if she’s bound to me, now can you?” Bound to him? What does that- I couldn’t think anymore as he pulled my chin up to look at him. What is he… his face came down onto mine and his lips connected to mine, moving in sync. Also by the favs thing that was on Quotev I just didn't feel like deleting the mentioning of them.

What would have happened if Katniss didn't take Prim's spot in The Hunger Games? Would anything be any different? Would a new story unfold? This is my version. *WARNING: Things have been changed. Don't say I didn't warn you.*

A short poem about how love blossoms...

Amu has finally found the right guy for her, but temptation is just around the corner. Now she has to choose between the sweet and shy Tadase or the sexy and bad Ikuto. Read on to find out.

It's been three years since Ikuto took his journey in searching for this father in America, leaving Amu behind with only a promise to hold to. Will that be enough to satisfied her loneliness.

Amu Hinamori is growing up. Nothing much in her life has changed since elementary. She's in high school now, the Guardians are back together and she and Tadase are even on-and-off dating. Amu has everything she could want. But it feels like nothing. Something feels wrong, something is stopping her from feeling happy with her life. Every night she finds herself looking out at the stars at night and wondering what Ikuto is up to. She hasn't seen him in 3 years, so now he'll be 20 years old and an adult. She wonders if he'll come back, then slaps herself because he's in the past and it's obvious he can't remember the promise. But then what is with these halucinations of seeing him out of the corner of her eye? And the rumours about the attractive cat-eared boy? What will Amu do when she finds Ikuto asking her for help and pulling her back into the life she left behind in elementary school?

"Kali...my beautiful little goddess of destruction, for that is the only name that is suitable for you. The gift to our bloodline...yet also the curse to my blood," says the hooded woman as she kisses the forehead of her child. The little baby stares at her mother as snow falls, creating a winter abyss around them. "What a wonderful little werewolf you turned out to be...Isn't that right, sweetie?" she says, rocking back and forth as she clutches her baby to her chest, protecting her from the harsh cold, the harsh world. Kali squeezes onto her mothers cloak, feeling warmed by her mothers words. "But of course...your life will be hard this way...so I will give you a chance. Once you find your mate, you will live happily...but face rejection...and it will awaken...wanting to kill all you know," she says, smiling manically. Kali looks at her mother, confusion plastered across her face. "Fail to learn to control it...and all your loved ones will die...falling at your feet...my little Goddess of destruction," she says, placing Kali on the doorstep of the large pack house ahead of them. As the woman backs away from her child, tears stream from its tiny, helpless face. The mother gives the child one last smile, before she is slashed with an invisible sword, and blood is sprayed across the pure snow, tainting the beautiful scenery. The baby screams, as her mothers body disappears completely, leaving behind nothing but blood, and a child.