Anne De Ville is a do-the-same-thing-every-day kind of ordinary. On the one day she chooses to try and do something different, she ends up dropping her shoes down several flights of stairs, right onto the head of her crush-and her brother's best friend-Hunter Denegan. Will her Prince Charming look for the girl who lost her shoe? [This book is going to be published with Wattpad WEBTOON Book Group in the Summer 2025] [[word count: 20,000-30,000 words]]

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

"You are a vixen Helen", he said while kissing my neck. I angled my head to side, to give him better axis. I can't hold him cause my hands are tied back with metal cuffs. He suddenly caught my hair roughly and pulled my head back so he can kiss my from my neck to the valley of my breasts. I moaned as he kissed me. Even though I am his lover. Right now, in this room, I want to be his slave. I bit my lower lips as he pleasured my body. Suddenly he dropped me on the bed and climbed on top of me. He sat on his knees and turned me over, so my back is facing him. Smack! The sound echoed though the room as I felt a sting on my back. I moaned as a slight pain and volt of pleasure ran up my body. "That's for leaving me", he said and turned me over. A/N: The story is inspired by Fifty Shades Of Grey book. But contains changes in the plot. Warning! Contains mature content. BDSM book.

(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death) Dear Reader, Let's start at the beginning shall we? I died. Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress. If only I was that lucky. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away... And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older. I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated. The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter. This comes with consequences of course. Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary. Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky. Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes. Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you. Death is close. Forever and always, Faith Williams ************ DIMBFF FAN CLUB ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1605057011183.80718.1378871754&type=1#!/groups/308207282529485/ **** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

Valarie, a junior in high school. She lost her parents at a young age and was taken care off by her grandmother, who is the head of CIA division since Hillary's mom was still a young girl. Because she lost her mom and dad in a dangerous situation, she was taught how to fight since she was six years old. She was good. She then persuaded her grandmother to let her out into the world and do 'jobs'. Mostly because she wanted revenge for her parents but partly because she always wanted to do it. And she's good and cool at it. But, not in school. NOPE! NO way! In school she's just the weird, loner, tomboy.

When Liam gets bit, will he fight the bite? Or fight the instinct to rip out other people's throat? With the help of Skye Hale and the rest of Scott's pack, they'll be asking themselves even more questions. {Season four, yo'.}

All my life I've moved from one town to another, leaving all of the friends I make behind. I've said the words, "Hi, I'm Clara Argent." one too many times. After a while, I've learned not to become attached to anyone when I transfer to a new school. Everything hurts too much when I leave. My twin sister, Allison, and I have been inseparable ever since we were kids. When we are the new kids at school, we stick close to each other, not too quick to make new friends. Beacon Hills High School is different. Strange things have been happening that shouldn't exist; things like shape-shifters, hunters, werewolves. Not to mention a guy that seems to be the cause of all the trouble known as Derek Hale that seems to have taken an interest in me. Secrets are hidden in this town and I can't help, but want to discover what all of them are. cover by: @sighstiles

It's not easy being a banshee. It's not easy being in freshman. It's not easy being in love. My name it's Kelsey Martin, I'm Lydia Martin's younger sister. As my sister, I'm a banshee too. Lydia and I are so close, and since Allison left us, we became even closer. Pretty much, we're best friends. This is my first year at high school and my aim is to become as popular as my sister is. I'm supposed to be at home, preparing my things for my first school day. But hell no. Do you know where am I? In Mexico. I'm in freaking Mexico. ************************************************************** Join Kelsey in her freshman year where she will have to deal with the classes, love and professionals assassins who are trying to get rid off her and her pack. She turned into a werewolf when she tried to sneak in her older sister's prom and Peter, the alpha who started it all, attacked her, turning her into a banshee along with her sister, Lydia. Will they defeat the assassins? Will she have plroblems with her banshee powers? Will Kelsey fall in love for the first time? [I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters. I only own Kelsey Martin.] Teenwolfinski 2014. Can't Go Back has reached #50 in Fanfiction.

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

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