Hey readers! Do you think that your school, college, or job is the worst place in the world? Well, think again! Here's your wake-up call. Welcome to P.H.O.B.I.A.S., a "home" for children that surpass human normalcy. Gen M1, one of the oldest "students" in the program will show you the life of a paranormal. Follow her as she faces the many challenges of being a teenager, paranormal, and a prisoner.

Erin, from 'The Facebook Stalker,' possibly better known by her alias, Amanda Johnson, tells her side of the story from prison. Updated regularly.

I don't speak. I have no reason to anymore, I have nothing to say to anyone. All they do is twist my words. They don't understand me, no one understands me. I'm to different. I'm broken, i'm crazy, i'm insane. That's how everyone puts it. What they don't understand is that if they had been put into the situation I was thrusted into one year ago they would have done that same thing. I believe i've punished myself enough, but everyone insists that I haven't learned my lesson. If you try and ask them what the lesson I must be learning is though... they won't have an answer. But I have an answer. The lesson is to never let yourself be blinded by love. Take it from a girl who was actually blinded because she loved, and loved him so much.

Abby has a secret. After moving into a new town, she finds herself surrounded by werewolves and one of the werewolves find her intriguing.

Good morning everyone and welcome to english 101, I am happy to tell you we have a werewolf among us. Well doesn't that sound strange? But it is what The Shy and timid Jennifer experiences after being attacked by a werewolf while he was actually trying to protect her, but who could the werewolf be? her only clue is a note: 'See you fourth period english' will she find out who the werewolf is?

This is a collection of some old first drafts. I wrote them a while ago, and they are unedited. Contains: Flashbacks of a Fool (Historical Romance) Faethfully Yours: Awakening (Fantasy) I hope you enjoy them!

bit·ter·sweet: being at once bitter and sweet; especially: pleasant but including or marked by elements of suffering or regret. A collection of short stories I've written since joining Wattpad for various contests, challenges, and publications. These works range from one hundred word drabbles to short stories up to ten thousand words. *Trigger Warnings* Gore, violence, self-harm, drug, and alcohol use.

Aria has always laid low in school with her tight-knit group of friends. When she meets Nash at a party, he's rude, he's blunt, and he's got more baggage than he can carry. Aria immediately dislikes him. But the line between hate and love is very thin, and a continuous game of Never Have I Ever may change everything.

Odette is a werewolf and according to her mother out of control. So her mother packs her up and sends her off to a boarding school for the supernatural. Even though she expected it to be a weird place. She had no idea how weird. When students start to go missing. She is led down a dangerous path trying to discover why.

"Stop? Don't order me around, human." He snarled, baring his teeth at me. I whimpered a little, nodding and complying with his command. I wasn't one to whimper and not say a word. I was one that would fight back and not agree to what anyone said. I spat in his face, in an attempt to get out of his grip. It worked for a second as he let go and wiped his face vigorously. But that second wasn't long enough, he grabbed my face and brought his own closer to mine. "You listen here, human. No one disrespects me. I am going to make you pay, you lowly creature!" He barked in my face, his eyes turning a shade that I had never witnessed before. Suddenly I was thrown into the alleyway that was beside us. I landed on my side which made me take in a sharp breath. He picked me up by the throat and pressed me up against the hard brick wall. He wrapped one arm around my waist and let go of my neck to then knot his fingers into my hair and pull it backwards - exposing my décolletage. He bent his head down, while I was writhing in agony as to what would happen to me. I felt a pair of lips press against my collarbone, making shivers run down my spine. I then felt his hot tongue on my neck, slowly licking up then back down to the centre. I felt two sharp canines graze my skin and in less then a second those two canines pierced my skin, making me scream out in pain. "You are my play thing."