❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

I look around to see if anyone was watching. It was dark also. I stood there sucking the last bit of my cig and blew the smoke out. The smoke began forming a shape and I smirk as I chanted something. More like in a whisper. A command. "Move. Listen. Obey." I said after the chant and the smoke formed a shape of a wolf. It was still just a smoke but it was alive and moving. "Master." It's voice was low and i t echoed in my ears. The smoke wolf bowed at me dropping his ears in submission. No one knew. I was this much of a freak. A/N: This is a BxB story. Read at your own risk. :)

Ace Salander doesn't think that one can fall in love. Well, he's right. He crashes right into it. Buying his first suit and renting a blue Subaru for a job interview didn't sound bad at all to Ace. Except he'd forgotten that driving wasn't as easy as he thought it would be; and that putting a dent in a Mercedes wasn't going to make him any more broke than he was already. [A spin-off from the Baked series, Ace and Blake get a story of their own <3 hehe]

"Glad to have you back, darling." "Stop calling me darling. I'm still taller than you."

His brown eyes start assessing my face, making me feel really uncomfortable. I mean, the guy’s really tall. He like looms over my short figure. I’ve never seen him so up close, it’s almost surreal. And, I say this in the most no-homoest way, but like, I see why the girl’s go so crazy for him. He’s tall, obviously muscular, I mean nobody can miss the rippling muscles popping off his body, or his big ass broad shoulders. He’s got an angular jaw, and his nose is slightly crooked. Probably from getting into too many fights; he is a bad boy, after all. “So, uh, thanks. For taking me here, I mean,” I say, feeling awkward. Ian’s just standing here, looking me up and down in the sort of way you’d look at a chick. I’m getting freaked out. Ian merely smirks, and nods. “No problem.” I turn, grabbing onto the doorknob. But, when his hand suddenly shots out and slams the door close as I pull it open, I freeze and get really scared. See? See?! I knew it was too good to be true. He’s about to beat my ass. Real smart, too smart. I have to give one to Ian. Play with his prey, make them think their gunna make it out alive, and then BOOM! Get their ass just when their hope rises. I should’ve known. “So...” Ian murmurs, his hot breath blowing against my ear. “You do know, you hit my car, right?” “Uh...yeah, about that...I’m really sorry. If there’s any way that I can repay⎯” I turn around as I’m speaking, but Ian cuts me off. With his lips.