"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

Riley Smith belongs to a world that is unlike any other. She has struggled with fitting into this world and has had her ups and downs but as she returns to it, she discovers all is not as it was when she left.

❝I’ll study you and you’ll study me❞ he breathed down my neck huskily, his warm breath creating goosebumps all over my body. It’s like he had some sort of trance over me, no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move away and he knew it too. ❝And what exactly will you study?❞ I could feel my heart panic as he managed to move even closer. I backed up a little until I was fully pressed against the lab bench ❝Your body❞

They watch her. Watch her every move. She's never safe, always under their gaze. Lurking in the shadows, standing in the corners at partys she attends. Where ever she is they're there with her too, whether she likes it or not. But lets face it, of course she wouldn't like it. Five boys stalking her? That's something Ariana thought would never happen to her. And it all happend at one party. Just one party was all it took to completely flip her world upside down. And she couldn't stop them or run away from them. They always find her, she can't escape them. And she knows that too..

April Evans: Your average teenage girl, living a regular, boring life. Lame and socially awkward with a witty and sarcastic sense of humor that she prefers to keep to herself. Aiden Knight: 18, likes to get drunk and high, a new girl every night, has a heart of stone, and is a player and total jerk. What happens when two complete opposite come together by mistake? A messed up, weird, wacky, opposites don't attract, kidnapping is the best first way to meet and werewolf-human clash kinda thing... All rights reserved, copyright, owned by IICupcakeII Cover made by TheFirstWhistler :D

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

I don't like One Direction. So can someone please tell me why I'm stuck on a game show with the five boys who have stolen millions of girls' hearts?