Taylor was abused by her own pack and family so she decided to run away. Logan the alpha of The moonlight pack found her.

Haunted. Terrified. Alone. Those three words seem to be the only emotions that seventeen year old Gabriel Adams knows how to feel. At the age of thirteen, when other boys were chasing after pretty girls and playing in the dirt, Gabriel had been kidnapped and molested. Now, several years later, Gabriel still can't return to the normal life he'd lived before the Incident. He's terrified of the dark, and even the daytime gives him anxiety attacks. Gabriel hates being touched. A simple brush against him will set him off into spasms while panic quickly takes over his mind. It seems as if nothing will relieve Gabriel from the constricting, painful claws of the man who'd done him harm, and Gabriel is becoming desperate. That's when Evan Ricci steps in. Evan, a stubborn yet surprisingly selfless teenager, moves to the small, quiet town of Clydesdale Heights. When Evan sees a small, awkward blond haired boy carrying pop boxes across the street while he's bringing moving boxes into the new house, he decides to help him. Things don't go exactly as planned, though, and their relationship begins with a rather rough start. The two eventually learn to bond, and Evan helps Gabriel learn to deal with the psychological consequences of being molested, which eventually blooms into an understanding so deep they can't imagine themselves with anyone but the other. A hint of infatuation sparks up, but not quite yet will the love blossom out like most. Their love will take time. And lots of patience and persistence, too.

"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.

So I have stopped writing this book due to not having time back then. Also I will be writing a new one along these lines just kinda different. So you can read this but I will not be adding any more to it. Amelia was a small girl when her parents abandon her. She was only 12. She learned from a young age time and anything else for that matter wasn't on your side. She learns things, sees things, hears things, does things that any child in their right mind wouldn't even think of in their life time think of doing. She learns secrets she's never thought she would know. And throw a boy in the mix. Not good. Dez the bad ass werewolf every guy wants to be, every girl wants to have as her mate. The most powerful alpha out there. The one sad thing is that none of the girls in his pack or any other pack for that matter isn't his mate. This is why he has lost heart in that search and he has lost all hope till one day a rogue is spotted that is rare now days. Because almost every wolf loves, the awesome alpha and his rules. But what shocks them all is that it is a female! But what he thought would be easy as pie, turns out not to be so easy....... Lots of love ~ BP

I'm not your average teenage girl. I'm a werewolf. My parents died when I was 13. I have four over protective brothers. My 16th birthday is in a week, And I'm going to shift for the first time. Oh, and did I mention that I would be meeting my mate? _____________________________________ This book was written two years ago when I was younger and has many spelling, grammar and punctuation errors. The writing is NOT amazing and most of the chapters have not been edited. Read at your own risk.

Hi, Im Anderson. Crystal Anderson... Okay I'll admit only James Bond can pull that one off. I'm 17 years old, I live alone ... don't tell the authority. .. I always try to think positive.. I have black hair... I'm 5"7 .. I go to Woodsen High.. I have blue eyes.. I love blue *says in dreamy voice ;)*... Well I guess I can say thats about it... oh yeah and I don't talk.. by choice. ------------------------------------------ I'm Jacob Winter ... I'm 18 and 6 feet.. I have jet black hair and misty light Grey eyes... I am a werewolf.. (A/N haha no pun intended woth Jacob and werewolf (; ..) I am the alpha now since im 18 and I guess thats it. .. for nowhi ;) ------------------------------------------So what will happen when Jacob meets Crystal will he ignore her will he go after her... or will he reject her in his mind (because she is a human... or is she?) because she indeed is his mate ;)... why doesn't Crysral talk? why is she living alone?? read to find out... Please. ... with a mustache on top... no .. okay fine whatever... I never liked yall anyways *hmmphs* Highest Ranking #1 Werewolf | #10 Teen Fiction.

PUBLISHED! Now available on Amazon, and Kindle Unlimited! Shy, quiet, Riley Summers' life is changed once she meets Aiden Callaway, the misunderstood boy at Fairfield High School. Two completely different personalities of the stereotypical high school scene come together to learn that they aren't so different at all. The two journey through their senior year, which consists of Star Wars movie marathons, a crashed wedding, paint wars, and something unexpected: a keen attraction to each other. [Disclaimer: due to copyright reasons, chapters have been taken down]

OUT is all she wants from this hell of a "circus" she became imprisoned in.This is a graphical fiction story about Sofi Raine,and her torture and pain she is put through while imprisoned.She is only hoping to find a way out,or answers to this hell.

When Aiden left Bailey a year and a half ago she was just his shy nerdy best friend. They would spend every day together, tell each other their deepest secrets and vowed they’d never let anything come between them for as long as they lived. However Aiden’s sudden move changed all of that. Once Bailey realizes she no longer has her support system and can’t get by just being Aiden’s quiet little best friend anymore she knows it’s time for a change. And what better way to make a change than be the change. Away with those thick brown unnecessarily large glasses and braces and let’s not forget the baggy wardrobe and in with new stuff. After a complete makeover and change in social status Bailey is no longer that shy quiet girl. No she is the “it girl.” But can popularity and new clothes change who you were on the inside completely? According to Bailey though, she doesn’t even know that girl anymore so maybe it can. Life was pretty much perfect….well almost. How can be anymore when her best friend shows back up expecting to find the girl he’d left a couple of years ago? Now with Aiden in the same house next door that they grew up in and looking as good as ever it does nothing short of throwing her through a loop. How will this affect her new found status as Ms. Popular? And can she keep it up with Aiden back again? Who knows but he’s sure not gonna make it easy on her. Not when he wants back the girl he used to know.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )