Hello there! I'm a bit nervous about writing this but I'm glad to share my story's with you. I'm just going to make short ones but I'll make it more of a fanfiction please leave a nice:) comment because this is my first fanfiction ever!!! Summary: Mabel gets crazy over Gideon she tries to kill Pacifica ( because she thought she was the one getting between them) dipper helps Mabel settle down but while doing it he gets hurt and the rest will be a $uprise there's more lovey dovey stuff in the ending Trust me the story is way better than my summary!

Luke Snowater is a chapion Motorcross rider with a deep dark secret... he is REALLY a girl! Lucia Somers is a minor Supermodel that is leading a double life... As Luke, with the help of Katelyn and her brother Jace she is able to compete in compertitions with out suspetion from the other competitors... that was Until her life got complex when a Sexy Motorcross rider by the name of Rickson comes tumberling into her already complex life... her name's Lucia and she is pretending to be a guy... will her secret get out??

There will be cuteness and smut so be ready

In a time of uncertainty, distrust, lies and conspiracy, can this unlikely match make it under pressure? General (yet obvious) disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls. All creative licensing and recognition go to Alex Hirsch and the writing room at Disney.

Orihime never imagined herself to fall in love with an arrancar. Moreover an Espada. She found Grimmjow collapsed on the streets and healed him completely with care, only to get harshly treated afterwards for helping him. But Grimmjow repays her for her deeds. He too, never thought that he would fall for a lowly human. After all, love's worth is unknown, although it's height be taken. Love can change people, for the better or for the worse. In Grimmjow's place, it proves to be for the better. (Doesn't follow the exact same timeline as the series. It does deviate from the original story line)

She's been in love with him for a while. However, for sixteen months he's been depressed and it's pained her to watch. She will do anything to bring him out of his pain

Visiting Hueco Mundo, Orihime succeeds in seeing the one man who died while holding her heart. Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters.

Stay away from that boy. That's what they all told me, but I was never one to be obedient. The Boy who Broke the Rules. All Rights Reserved. * He was the mysterious lonely boy who found her in a clearing and told her to stay still as he sketched a portrait of her. Entranced by his voice and intensity of his gaze, she let him draw her. But what lay behind his sketches and silent stares was something more. And she was willing to find out.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?