They call them enforcers-They are the ones that come in and clean up when laws have been broken. They are the most feared and strongest of us. They were the ones who couldn't live peacefully in the packs so they decided to make use of them. Soliditary wolves with alpha personalities. I am not like them. I'm worse. I'm a considered a rogue. Something that must be hunted down an exterminated. I'm not a bad person and I've never hurt anyone in my life but my wolf, I can't control her when I shift. We saw something when we were young. My whole pack was slaughter before our eyes and now my wolf is like a wounded animal she lashes out at times unable to tell between friend and foes. A uncontrollable wolf is dangerous in a pack. That is why I chose to live as a rogue, hiding from the werewolf committee and their laws. Luckily I've learned to blend in very well but when I end up in the wrong place at the wrong time my peaceful life quickly comes to an end. Now I'm the prisoner of the enforcers who should have killed me. Why haven't they killed me? Well because by some cruel trick my mate turned out to be their leader. Now I'm stuck with someone who isn't sure if he should kill me or if he should take me to his bed. Don't I get a say in any of this? How could this possibly get any worse... Cover by @PANANABELS

It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher their children into their homes, whether big or small, while fathers and father figures alike would silently protect and pray; pray that The Even never hit their towns or came near their families. Children under twelve years of age would be left curious, once again wondering about what had caused the shrill screams and why. If above the age of twelve, children would join their fathers in praying silently in their hearts; for they knew the consequences of The Event. But there was always one category of people that prayed the most, hoped the hardest, and worried constantly. During The Event, one could often find females, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one sitting in corners, surrounded by those who would give their lives to protect them. Tears would be rolling down their cheeks as even their screwed shut eyes leaked them. Most would bite their lip in order to contain sobs, so hard that often, there were also small, thin streams of the dark liquid tumbling down their chins. The terror they felt, naked and strong on their faces, made it hard for anyone to lay their eyes on the females during The Event. They had everything to fear, because they were the ones being hunted. It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start. And then, at precisely midnight, the screams would silence immediately, letting the world know that The Event was over for the moment. Everyone knew that, somewhere, a girl between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one had been taken, and would never be seen again in history. This time, that unlucky girl just happened to be me.

She was the definition of beauty and innocence, a kind heart and a beautiful soul. He was ruthless, unforgiving, a corrupted soul. What happens when the two cross roads? What happens when he, for the first time in his life, falls in love? Does she love him back? We shall soon find out...

"I was yours the moment I saw you and I'm still yours now. Just like you're mine, Princess. Forever." ~ She was the quiet girl that tried her best to stay invisible yet would managed to capture the attention of everyone by just her mere presence. He was the loud boy that caused trouble where ever he went yet would be as sweet as pie when it came to his princess. His Flora. Theo was Flora's best friend's brother, forcing them to grow up by each other's side. But, neither would mind as they were like milk and cookies - completely different but perfect together. She looked up in awe of him and he looked down at her with adoring eyes. That was until Theo's trouble eventually caught up with him as he was sent to away to live with his Uncle, forcing the two apart. Now, he's returned and he's come to claim what is his. ~ [ONGOING]

Music:ON World:OFF Welcome to Syrus. Please pick up your complimentary pair of headphones at the gates. Plug them into your mandatory devices and skip to track four. Listen and enjoy. Cor's world is filled with notes and pitch and tone. Twenty three hours of the day she is hooked to the music mandated by the Serial Seven, Syrus' elite council. It is essentially every teenager's dream: Hit a button and drown the world out. But what happens when the music stops?

On the peak of a friend's stagette party where a stripper dry humps Veronica Anderson's legs, her parents died. On that same night, she met Gavin Bolton in the hospital, a British man who have captured Veronica's attention and libido with his smooth British accent. Despite the grief of Veronica on the death of her parents, she decided to take on a distraction, to make the pain go away, even for a while, to forget, and Gavin Bolton was just the distraction she needs. But one year later, just the day after Veronica's parents' death anniversary, she meets Gavin Bolton on the hallway of the hotel where she woke up being sandwiched by two hunky, muscled, naked men. After meeting each other at a very unexpected situation, fate seems to keep on making them meet each other, and the sexual tension grows just more every time they see each other. And when they decided to take action to ease the sexual tension they have, they found out once is not enough, twice is not enough, three times is not. They continued this affair for two months. And in those two months they are together, Gavin Bolton forgot to give her one important information about him that may break Veronica's heart and trust.

In which a relationship is more unlikely than a jock getting good grades. - On behalf of Beth Reekles' "The Kissing Booth" and Netflix, I've been selected to write an entry for the upcoming The Kissing Booth Writing Contest! I hope this cute little story will spark some inspiration in all of you to join the contest! Let out your inner cupids you hopeless romantics and start writing! I wish you all the best of luck! #TKBMovieContest

[Highest rank #2 in Action 19/09/17] [Highest rank #20 in Adventure 09/02/18] This book is currently on hold but you are more than welcome to read what is up already. Unedited/ First Draft ----------------------------------- My name is Lillian Kelly and I'm seventeen. I'm that girl that nobody ever notices, who just goes through the school year as a shadow lurking in the background. I'm classified as the school's nerd with my black thick rimmed glasses, my high grades and my style of clothes that consists of T-shirts, jeans, an oversized hoodie and my beat up converse. I get bullied but the thing is I can stop it but at the same time I can't otherwise I might blow my cover. The cover I have held for a year already but you know things don't always go to plan like how was I supposed to know that the three most popular boys in school would want to hang out with a 'nerd' like me but I guess miracles happen, I just wish that this particular miracle would have happened to someone other than me. My job was simple. 1. Blend into the background. 2. Don't draw attention to yourself 3. Don't reveal you true identity. 4. Don't die during the process. While I have already failed one and two and I have come close to four. Let's just hope that I don't break number three otherwise all hell will break loose. People will die and I will be the reason why and I refuse to let that happen not now or ever.

[Not completed] [Kane's book] They call him mute. His world is filled by voices that maddens him. He is cold, calculating and obsessive. He is fascinated by death and has one goal - revenge. Cold, bloody and slow. Until a little pixie ran into him. One look at the innocent little thing, he knows she's his. His demons go berserk at the the thought of other men who even dare to look at his angel. He is going to have her even if he have to take her. Maya though that her life was right where she wanted and had everything under control. Until she met the most terrifying yet devastatingly beautiful creature in the form of Kane Dohner. He makes her feel cherished by the way he couldn't stop staring at like like he couldn't believe she's real. She shouldn't feel insanely drawn to the mute when she had already staked a claim on her neighbour who helped her move in her Christmas Tree on May 14th. But when their past finally catches up and collide unexpectedly, putting Maya in danger, Kane knows it's finally time to hunt. [Inspired by HunterxHunter's KomugixMeruem] Warning: Pg18. If you don't like OTT Possessive hero, this is not the book for you. Also contains disturbing scenes that may offend you.

Valerie is a clever girl, who is tutoring the bad boy Matt. Will she fall for him? Or maybe for her smoking hot teacher? (Contains mature themes and strong language.)