Rogue Cat Wolf When her pack was destroyed, this what she had to face. After spending years alone, not finding anyone willing to help her, she finds out that all packs have found out about her existence, and about her secret. They are out there looking to find her. Looking to use her. So what happens when she ends up in a pack who will go to extremes to gain something from her, something that she might not be able to give? Highest ranking : #06 in Werewolf 24/10/2015 (Contains strong language and slight sexual content) Currently On Hold

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

I stepped towards him, the Mate that was to be mine for all eternity. But before I could leap into his arms, he put his hands up, as if to tell me not to do what was an instinct. I held myself back, it confused me that he wasn't standing in front of me with open arms, and he was closed off. Before I could truly grasp what was happening, he said in a low sexy voice that travelled through my body sending tiny shock waves throughout, "I don't want you."

The monster was dead. Everything was fine now. Was it? Some feelings never die, some grow, like love. Some become murderous, like revenge. What happens when you kill a wolf that seemed to have no mate? You would think that if he had one, his mate wouldn't know he was killed. But what if she did? And what if she seeked for revenge? To destroy our lives? The Pure White She-wolf should come back right? But there's one more question to do.... what if the human race wanted to come back to Earth? To take it back? And one of them is destined to be with the new Princess? **This book contains a bit of mature content, nothing too extreme. You know the rules though, need to warn it's mature."

"What do you want?" I glared at the blonde boy. "To see if you're okay" He mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. They were full of sorrow and guilt, Like he was actually sad he stopped. It made me even more angry. He broke our promise. "I'm fine. Now stop following me!" I growled. ------> Ever since Grace Jones was thirteen years old, she's been skipping between families. From living with poor old Mrs Skibby in Melbourne, to living with Kelly in Perth. It wasn't that they didn't want her. No, it was because of her severe depression and suicide attempts. So when she moves in with Stella and her family in Sydney, does all this continue? Probably. But then her passed shows up and she's face to face with the one and only Ashton Irwin from 5 seconds of summer. She didn't want him in her life, but he continues to show himself back in. What did Ashton do to make her hate him so much? Why is he so determined to change her opinion about him? Will she defeat her depression? <----- WARNING: This story will contain depression and self harm. If you're not comfortable with self harm then i suggest you don't read this book ok (SEQUEL TO THIS BOOK IS CALLED 6:54) © 2013 by JUMUNJI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

*NOTE: THIS WAS WRITTEN IN 2012-2013, OLD JOKES USED!* Skyler Bradley has been abused by her parents for as long as she remembers, she has a best friend who is a parent, and she has a love for one special boy band. How can Skyler escape from her abusive parents and meet the boys who held her together?

Apparently, Lela Oswalt is Perrie Edwards. Or at least, after a switch-up at the airport and a deal made between the two, that's what everybody now thinks. Lela is prepared to pretend to be Perrie for the summer, but what she isn't prepared for, is to pretend to be Zayn Malik's girlfriend. When Zayn starts liking the new Perrie more than the old one, feelings for the boy of One Direction arise in Lela, and a new mess is created. Will Lela be able to pull off the act? *this is completely unedited as well as one of my first stories, please be kind :)