*COMPLETED* Liam always thought that his first lover and best friend would turn out to be his mate. But after him leaving for two years, and the contact between them disappearing, he might just be a tad bit wrong. --- This story follows my book "Running" however, it is also a stand alone. You do not need to read the first book to understand this. Top Rankings- #1 in bxm (9/22/19) #1 in gay (1/7/20) #1 in LGBT (1/7/20) #1 in male pregnancy (12/30/19) #1 in mpreg (12/30/19) #1 in kidnapped (3/26/20) #1 in omegaverse (6/14/20) #2 in LGBT (12/30/19) #2 in Pack (3/5/20) #2 in bxm (11/27/19) #2 in mpreg (12/28/19) #2 in male pregnancy (12/27/19) #3 in bxm (9/15/19) #3 in boyxman (12/27/19) #3 in LGBT (1/18/20) #4 in boyxman (12/28/19)

[CAMPNANOWRIMO 2015. VERY ROUGH FIRST DRAFT. EXPECT ERRORS] When eighteen-year old scientist Natalia O’Rourke accepted a mysterious job interview as lab assistant, she wasn’t expecting the top secret facility. Nor the strangeness of her new boss, the enigmatic — not to mention surely mad — Professor Ingvar Alkaev. She definitely wasn’t expecting to find that her new job is what had long been her dream. She had given up on that when her mother had died. Two years down the track, she is a fully fledged scientist in her own right, running her own experiments and research. And this time, nothing was going to stop her, not even the experiment she was running. Known only as experiment 7a10n, he is the oldest experiment made by the professor. Used to perfect the testing procedures, he is now Dr O’Rourke’s charge. But nineteen years of being a test subject has almost broken him. What Natalia expects — a placid, obedient specimen — is not at all what she will get. He has bided his time long enough. With the arrival of the much younger experiment known as 8e11a, the race is on to escape — and do it alive. Highest Ranking: #366 in Science Fiction!

Cali has had a terrile life. Her parents are divorced. It seems like everyone is against her. She is lost in the pitch blackness of her life. She barely talks and she doesn't see how her life could get any more worse. Then she meets Cam and they become friends. They start hanging out together and soon after become friends

hi, khyzumi here.....!!! so this is my own anime drawings.. im not so good in drawing but hope you like it... obviously im an OTAKU girl.... ...... also i recomended some anime movie here i would appreciate any of your suggestion and comments... thank ü

Life is unfair, something that Zayne knows from experience. His whole life is unfair. His birth wasn't allowed, his existence hated as his mother gave him up to chase her own dreams. Punished for choices he didn't even make,Zayne has only known a cruel and bitter life with his pack, the life of an Omega. Through a twist of Fate, Zayne falls in the hands of a group of dog fighters and has to endure two years of grueling pain and hunger before the ASPCA steps in and saves him. All trust in humanity lost, Zayne wouldn't, couldn't trust anyone near him. Least of all the werewolves that are supposed to adopt him into the pack.

Thus is the first story for this page it is just shit

Another flipping trash pit omg...

WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.