In which survival is put through the ultimate test. It is said that the supernatural world was like a thin sheet of glass - for it was far too harmonic; far too fragile for those to wreak havoc upon. Albeit, there was a hybrid that could shatter it with the touch of her finger, with the air of her presence. She was a crack in that glass, threatening to welcome all darkness that crawled from the grim abyss. She didn't ask for this. She didn't ask to be indomitable. She didn't ask to be perfect. And she certainly didn't ask to be hidden for her life sake. But yet she was, being a werewolf-angel, after all. Despite the many odds that are against her, she strives with a strong and unwavering spirit to survive in a world devoid of love. With a secret past, her life remains a true mystery to others. But this was all going to change. Meet Charlotte Taken, and this is her story. (Cover by 17Serenity) (Trailer by niamh1864)

I've been through too much as a young woman. I've been kidnapped. I've been raped, beaten, harassed, and most of all, confused. This man, the man that kidnapped me, is the most confusing man I've ever met. You ain't never been confused until you get kidnapped by a man who just so happens to be "in love" with you. That's just as confusing as it gets, honey. (I'm just gonna ask you not to steal this story because if you do, I'll probably cry)

Brendan and Astrid are like two peas in a pod. Both Alphas, the two have had a strong connection since they met at the age of twelve and eleven. Since then, they have only grown closer and now Astrid's birthday is right around the corner, the day that she'll learn who her mate is and they are both hoping that it's each other. However, on that day a boy wanders into the pack, claiming he was attacked by the same rogues that killed Astrid's parents. And he is Astrid's true mate.

"I, Noah Harper, reject you Peyton Di Angelo." I smirk at him, ignoring both my wolf's and heart's protests. "I, Peyton Di Angelo, accept your rejection." He looked between the lines of shocked and confused, "What?" I rolled my eyes. Typical; Expecting me to beg on my knees, crying my eyeballs out. "I accept it, stupid. I'm not going waste my tears over something that's not going to change." I replied, surprised at the confidence. My brothers would be so proud of me, right now. "I hate you," He simply said, my heart cracking for what seemed like the millionth time today. I smile mischievously at my "mate". "Feeling's mutual." With that I walked away from a gaping Noah. Things don't always go the way you plan them to, my little mate. (c) All Rights Reserved (c) VintageBookWorm (Reign Santos) All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and associated content. Any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution or selling of this work constitutes as an infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law Copyright © 2012 VintageBookWorm Also, some pictures are not mine. Some pictures/videos belong to their rightful owners and all credit goes to them., No copyright infringement intended.