I climbed out of my watery grave stronger, deadlier, and even more powerful than before with one mission on my mind. And one mission only. Revenge. First order of business? Find the witch who turned my friends into flesh eating monsters, and make her pay. Second order of business? Make her pay some more. If it's a fight she wants, she just found one. Some people need to learn lessons the hard way. Before you play with fire, you should know who you're playing with. Black magic is bad. But I'm bad-ass. Hold on tight because things are about to get very, very revengy. I'm one pissed off weapon of mass destruction. I may have been designed to destroy the world, but I'm going to enjoy destroying that witch so much more. Copyright © 2014 ~ Somerlea All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

Indie, a good girl with a bad streak. While accompanying her parents to the local state fair, (not willingly, of course.) she runs into a tall strawberry blonde that literally sweeps her off of her feet(again, not willingly). Blaise Alan is a Golden boy. The Varsity football captain, hottest guy around, most popular guy in the pack, and biggest player in school. (Despite his mother's extreme protests) Being a Werewolf is no longer a secret thing, thanks to Alpha Coulson and his war - though it is not exactly common knowledge. Being a Werewolf, in certain circles(which is most of them) is also extremely frowned upon. The Watch Dogs started out as an Internet hate group, but have slowly evolved into something more. With the Werewolf community in chaos, what happens when these two meet?

They say it only takes an hour for your life to change. In my case, it was one month. My name is Hera Reynolds and this is my story... Book 2 of Room 234's virgin

"Why the hell would you ever keep something like that from me?" "because I did something I thought I would never do." he mumbles. "And what is that?" "Fall in love with you." (i swear this isn't one of those cliche stories)

There are plenty of hunters out there that have their own story to tell...plenty of people who have had their lives altered by the work that we do...but their stories are irrelevant to the events that are about to be unfolded. The story I'm about to tell you isn't about a damsel in distress and a handsome hero who fall in love after experiencing bit of trauma. There is nothing fairytale-like about this story at all. Complete opposite actually. Every hunter has their own secrets...I certainly have my fair share...but how long can you keep a secret bottled up until it finally blows up in your face...and it kills you... The name's Stern. Melissa Stern. All you need to know about me is that my father was a "hunter" who became a legend and it's my turn to follow in his footsteps. This is my story. Re-live our favorite story from the very beginning...but from a different perspective and with a few different twists and turns

"there are two types of secrets; the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out."

"I know she's hiding things from me and I'm not stopping until I find out"

Isabelle a 16 year old who is bullied at school and has a very hard problem in her home. But what will happen when a new boy enters the school. Will he become her bully or her lover?

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Hay personas que marcan tu vida sin saberlo. Personas que se convierten en parte de tu historia antes de que aprendas a escribirla. Para mí, él siempre fue eso: un nombre prohibido en mis pensamientos, un rostro que aparecía cuando cerraba los ojos, un deseo que nunca me atreví a nombrar en voz alta. Justin Bieber. El mejor amigo de mi padre. El hombre que me vio crecer. El adulto que siempre me trató con una distancia cordial, sin notar nunca lo que su sola presencia despertaba en mí. Lo amé en silencio desde que entendí lo que significaba amar, y odié cada una de sus novias con la misma intensidad con la que soñaba que, un día, él me mirara de otro modo. Pero nunca lo hizo. Y yo crecí. Cambié de peinados, de sueños, de prioridades. Creí que lo había superado, que esa obsesión era cosa de una adolescencia confusa. Me prometí no volver a pensar en él. Hasta que entré al salón de clases el primer día de universidad... y lo vi. Su voz sonó como un eco maldito que venía a arruinar mis planes. Su nombre, como un anzuelo que me arrastraba de vuelta a todo lo que había intentado enterrar. -Mi nombre es Justin Bieber y seré su profesor de Literatura este semestre. Y entonces lo supe: el hombre que más había querido olvidar era, ahora, imposible de ignorar. "Podía ser su alumna, su tentación o su perdición. Elegí ser las tres." CopyRight© 2017 Emily Salazar Todos los derechos reservados. Publicado por CrazyImaginaryWorld.