Foxface, she may have been the smartest tribute to set foot in the arena. Marrisa VanKenn never really had that many friends, and was usually quiet. When her name is called at the reaping she knows exactly how she will survive. Even though she doesn't speek at all in the arena she shouldn't be the one to count out.

"I will make you love me." He said before forcing himself onto me and kissing me passionately. I know that I shouldn't have liked it but I did. I craved it and didn't even realize until his lips touched mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and his hand slid down to my pants. He unbuttoned my pants with one hand and grabbed onto me. I moaned and caught myself off guard with it. I tried to push him off me but he began to stroke my growing member and I became powerless. "Stop it!" I said panting. "This is disgusting! I'm a...!" I felt a moan at the base of my throat and covered my mouth before it could escape my lips. "Then why are you so hard?" He asked with a devilish chuckle as he stroked me faster. Why the hell am I enjoying this? This is disgusting! It's unnatural! So why does it feel so good?!

Kara's never had to try and face the world alone, never had to balance on her own two feet. After her Dad died and her Mum abandoned her for a job, she still had Blade to hold her up to the world. Now that Blade's out of the picture, how will Kara cope with having to face people alone? How will Kara live with having to make her own friends, and live a life where she has to take control? And just that one thing to make it worse, there's a family moving into her home, living there, "taking care" of her until she turns 18. How will Kara live with all these changes?

Catharsis- a release of e motion through an activity, commonly associated with the arts The first time I ever picked up a paintbrush was on my twelfth birthday. I was given a cheap set of watercolors from my aunt so she could say she bought me something, little did she know that she was giving me the most incredible present I could ever ask for. I remember slipping away from my party, everyone too consumed in conversation to realize my absence. The moment I was in my room, I tore open the small 6 pack of colors, my fingers itching to hold the brush. I didn’t understand it, I didn’t try to, but the moment I felt the flimsy piece of plastic in my hand, it was if all was right in my world. All of my problems slipped away as I placed strokes on the page, disregarding the little bristles left in the colors wake. I had no clue what I was doing, but somehow, in some way, the abstract picture of a wolf began to take shape. His raven black coat was ruffled by a midnight breeze, his head held high as he looked towards the moon. The most striking portion of it though, was the pair of haunting blue eyes that seemed to bore into my very soul. He was beautiful, he was mine…

After the Battle with the Dark Forest,Bramblestar takes over as the new leader. But a new threat is near, and Bramblestar has to act fast-for the sake of his clan-and Squirrelflight.

Thunderclan, Riverclan, Windclan, and Shadowclan are still alive for hundreds of moons and seasons. But will the time come for the Clans to split? Windclan will try to hold them together, but Shadowclan and Riverclan are almost giving up and are planning to become rogues and loners. WIll they stay together after so long?

It's been a year since the accident, the day that changed my life. Nothing has been the same. My name is Lilliana and this is the story of how I found out that music is my life.