~ Years 5-7 ~"Ro, I love you, that's because!" shouted Harry. I stop dead and I turn around "What?" I said, hoping he's not lying, "Rosemary Maggie Fisher! I'm in love with you even since I met you and clearly you just think of me as a big brother" said Harry. I walk up to him face-to-face "who said I didn't love you" I whisper I pull his tie an inch to my face "Because I love you a lot more then you think" I whisper and I crash my lips to the one boy who's changed my life and is my only love  Harry James Potter It's Rosemary's fifth year to Hogwarts and she's still in love with Harry he still hasn't told her how he feels and neither has her. Will this year Harry finally tells Rosemary how he feels or have no courage what-so-ever and lose the only girl he'll ever love. READ TO FIND OUT (This story is J.K Rowlings I only own Rosemary and the rest of her family (Except Lupin) and I've made Rosemary's life on Quotev already. DO NOT STEAL OR THE WRATH OF PETER PAN WILL GET YOU WITH HIS FANGIRLS!!!)

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?