This sucks.' I thought as I dozed off through the lesson. Out of all the places I could've been sent to. I was sent to THIS class. Someone cleared their throat from behind me and I internally groaned as I turned around. I came face-to-lower stomach and I moved my gaze upward to a somewhat angry face. "Can I not help you?" I asked, "Your in my seat." The boy said and I scoffed, "No its not." I said my tone dripping with attitude. "Yeah it is." He pressed on and I leaned back in the chair. "I don't see you're here." I say, "Top corner on the table and right-side up on the chair." He said and B.L. was there. "That's clearly the name of someone else." I said, crossing my arms. His lip twitched upward. "That stands for Blaze Lancester." He said, "Well, I've never heard of Blaze Lancester." I say, smiling, "My name IS Blaze Lancester." He said, "Well then I guess you should stop writing on the school's property." As those words left my mouth, all of hell broke loose.

Rejection was never something she thought she had to face. But she guessed it was part of the experience of life. Layla was the sushine, the happy, nature loving she-wolf. She always held such a beautiful smile, that even those with no heart would succumb to Layla's loving smile and caring personality. But her life pretty much changed after being diagnosed with cancer. Even though rejection was hard, knowing you don't have much time to live was much worse in her case. Cover made by: @shivelight

Mazie was a normal girl with a normal life. She heard all the fairy tales about princess and werewolves. But never knew she would live in a world full of them, let alone be the mate of an alpha herself.

"I won't be the same. I've changed. I won't be the girl who falls head over heels for him after years of him ignoring me," I state, watching as she moves across the room. "I've put him behind me and I hope he has as well." If only I knew those words were nothing but a lie I would tell myself day after day. After all, how could I forget my first love: the boy who left me and ignored me years ago. The boy who was not as he seemed. The Alpha who was unbreakable...yet I broke him.

To bare your soul to someone. To trust them with your heart and deepest insecurities. To depend on them to lead and protect you when it is needed. To hold on and keep fighting through all life's trials. To believe and have faith that you will get through life together. To give all of yourself. To feel stronger and proud in each others presence. To lean on them in the rough. To never stray from one another. To forgive and have faith in each other. That's love. . . . 'I finally understood. We were always meant to meet. It wasn't by accident or chance. Our souls were meant to intertwine even for just a short time.'

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

Highest Ranking: #4 My eyes were wide as I slowly got to my feet, turning to yank the dagger that was embedded down to the hilt in the wall, where my head was moments ago. "What the fuck was that for?" I said in shock, completely flabbergasted as I stared at him with a bewildered look on my face. Judging by the shocked expressions on Elliot and Dylan's faces, it looked like they hadn't expected their Alpha to throw a fucking dagger at my head either. Heath flashed his teeth at me in a smile that was more predatory than pleasant. "Just making sure your arm isn't going to be a hindrance to our rescue mission." My jaw dropped. By throwing a fucking dagger at my head? Enraged, I let the burst of anger spur my next actions, and before anyone could so much as twitch, I was across the room, toe-to-toe with Heath, one hand fisting his shirt and pressing him against the edge of the desk and the other holding the blade of the dagger at his neck. I applied the slightest pressure on the blade, shallow enough it wasn't lethal, at least not for a werewolf, and deep enough so blood welled up at the thin cut. "Just making sure this isn't silver," I said mockingly, and I didn't hide my smirk when the wound didn't heal over. "Oh wait," I widened my eyes, feigning shock, "this is silver." I flashed him a wicked grin, completely unrepentant, and his eyes were a thunderous black as he looked down at me. "Oops," I smirked. "My bad."

*This book is published! This is only partial!!* After a fighting accident, Landon Matthews loses his sight. At the age of sixteen, with his father murdered, he has to take up the position of Alpha of the Shadow Pack. Not being able to see proves to be difficult for someone with such authority. Landon grows cold and angry, frustrated with his disability. Because how can you find your mate when you can't even look into her eyes? Lana Pierce, on the run from her abusive Alpha and corrupted home, stumbles onto the Shadow Pack's territory. She had heard of the gruesome stories of the disabled Alpha. She knew he was cruel and ruthless. She knew she was going to die for stepping foot on their land. What she didn't know was how completely wrong she was. How hard can it be to tell someone you're their mate, when they can't see for themselves? Very hard.

I love him. It's as simple as that. Three words. Three syllables. Eight Letters, two spaces and my whole heart. I would say it a million times if it would make him love me, I am in love with Daniel Reed, the Alpha of the Dusk Killers Pack. I am in love with his every curve, edge and mark. I fell in love with his smile, his laugh, and even his smirk. I may not be in love with him by choice since we are mates. But I would have loved him even if we weren't, and I actually think I did. My name is Evelyn Owens. Daughter of no one. Luna of no one. Lover of no one. Her name is Martha Hale. Daughter of two. Luna of the Dusk Killers Pack. Lover of Daniel Reed. All because he chose her.

Run away from everything.