The rewrite is being uploaded! Check out The Grave Keeper on my page! A strange boy who's adopted family happens to be...well dead. A strange town that's only getting stranger as packs of werewolves arrive. they are only a precursor to what is coming. Mages, and more will soon be arriving in silver-spruce, any of them a potentially life threatening danger to him. But...if the boy keeps his head down and tries to avoid attention, than maybe just maybe, he can survive. Sadly for him, one of those wolves is claiming the part of town he happens to live in as her territory. And the boy has never been particularly good at keeping his head down in the first place. (This is a completed first draft of this story, I will eventually be uploading the second draft which is wildly different, less using the same bones as this first draft, more just a few of its organs. Ie. characters, location, and themes, But only bits and pieces of this drafts plot.) Also, if you want more of my writing check out "TWO AND A HALF DEADMEN" a book set in the same world fallowing Alder a few years before the events of this story. Also if you'd like to support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/GabeLayman?fan_landing=true

*I'LL BE UNPUBLISHING SOME CHAPTERS FOR EDITION STARTING FROM 5/21/2018* Elizabeth Wooldridge has everything going for her. She is the daughter of the Alpha of the strongest pack in America. Everyone loves her and admire her and she seems to live a perfect life. Isaiah Harloff is the loner of the school. He is shy and does not have friends. He is invisible to everyone but Elizabeth and he likes that. He is called weak and his pack abuses him. For her birthday, her father organized a ball to help her find her mate. Ally packs sent lower rank wolves to help. Everyone expected her to find her mate in one of the high ranked attendants, but what happens when Elizabeth sets her heart set on shy mistreated Isaiah? A reverse Cinderella story? Not quite. I promise lots of fluff and cuteness.

There was a girl who used to be bullied due to being a nerd. She asked herself, "Will I have the freedom if I become one of them?". She changed herself and became her, but being the Badass Type of her. The Badass Type of girl that can kill you just by words and staring. This badass isn't normal. She's always suffering. Enjoy and Support💜

Clarissa Grayson Tate grew up in a wealthy home. From a far, her family looked perfect. To anyone who saw them in a picture or exchanged a few words with them at a party they were lucky enough to be invited to, they seemed like an annoyingly perfect, privileged, happy family. But to anyone who knows them, the Tate's are anything but perfect. With a drug addict of a mother and an abusive gang leader father, Issa and her brother Elijah hardly live the perfect life. Far from it. The only person Issa can rely on and truly trust is sent away to a boarding at her fathers command. A boarding school that turns teens into killing machines and gang leaders. When Elijah is sent away Issa is put under lock and key until it's her turn to start following her fathers footsteps. TWO YEARS LATER;; And Issa is tough as nails. Finally old enough to go to Silvington Academy with her brother. Out of the hell hole she calls home and free at last... well sort of. Out of one prison and into another. But this one has drama, love triangles, and alcohol. So basically just high school. Piece of cake.... right? ** WARNING ⚠️ This story has Mature scenes and themes, some sexual innuendos, crude humor, cringe moments, and contains some references to physical and mental abuse and some every day problems kids have with abusive or alcoholic parents and touches on some points that may trigger you. Read at your own risk.

Kingdom High School was your ordinary cliche high school with its cliques. You have the populars. Jocks. Nerds. Band geeks. Outcasts. Delinquents. Then you have Lennon and her friends. They don't belong in no clique. Although, everyone in that school decided to give them their own. Lennon Elizabeth SaintClare wasn't your typical good girl. She's far from it. You can say her reputation precedes her. She doesn't give a shit. She does what she wants, and gets what she wants. She's a bad girl. She's a player. But what happens when the one and only Xander King returns to Rosewell. The bad boy himself. Lennon could care less about who he is but Xander on the other hand. Was intrigued. He wants to know who exactly is this girl. And when they finally get to know each other. Well. Read and find out if Lennon and Xander turn to hate one another or will other feelings prevail? *I write and I post. I rarely check my grammar, so please let me know when my grammar is bad people! Thank you and enjoy!* ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

A storm of biblical proportions hit the western United States. In its centre, the small town of Springbrook was flooding, residents forced to evacuate to a local landmark: the dark and towering Castle Moore. In the chapel behind, lay the body of a fallen angel. Trapped in his own mind, the angel was jerked from his cycle of pain by a teenaged boy looking for his father. His memories hurt, and he was unsure of so much, but there was one thing he knew for certain. The harsh winds, and pounding rain were only the surface of the storm that was upon them. A war was coming: in hell, in heaven, and on earth, with the castle in the centre of it all. For its walls protected something, something the armies of hell would do anything to possess, and something that called to the angel-like a lost brother. Included within: HELL ON EARTH-BOOK 2 STORM FRONT-BOOK 3

Christina is the most popular girl in the whole school. Everyone knows who she is. Guys want to date her. Girls want to be her. She is basically a mean girl in the making. But what will happen when history with the school nerd comes back to destroy her reputation as the glamorous jock-loving queen bee?

"I'll also show you a sweet dream." × "But what if they make fun of me for not being like them? And what if you decide to not hang out with me anymore because of those guys?" Hade asked me. I looked up at him through my lashes. My gray eyes staring deep into his dark blue ones. Hade looked down at his feet, his black hair going wild. I inched closer to him. Putting two fingers under his chin, I pushed his head up forcing him to look at me. "Don't be like the rest of them, darling," I whispered into his ear. "They couldn't make me stop hanging out with you. Do you know why?" I asked him. "No." he whispered, shaking his head. "Because my darling is you and you alone." I whispered. I closed my eyes and licked his jaw. He tasted so sweet. "Zella! We're at school!" Hade said. Just as he finished saying that the bell rang. _ Hade is your average high school loner boy. He's quiet and wears black all the time. He only has one friend, Izzy. He gets bullied all the time. His mother and father died in a car accident so he had to go live with his aunt Dixie. She's not the nicest person. She's never hit Hade but she's abused him in many other ways. Hade just wants his life to be better. Just when he thinks his life can't get any worse a mysterious girl comes to town, claiming him as her 'darling'. Zella is your most average bad girl. She's a spitfire. A wild mess that needs to be tamed. She tells you how she sees it. Never holds back the truth. Gets in trouble all the time. Pretty average bad girl right? Wrong. The twist is, Zella is a pureblood vampire and the Devil's daughter. Wich also makes her a pureblood demon. Every vampire has a mate and Zella can't wait to meet hers. She's waited all her life to find her darling. But when she finds him, he's not a vampire or a demon, but a human. That doesn't stop Zella from making Hade hers, even if it means killing anything in her way. Including Izzy who just so happens to be in love with Hade.

"You're mine. And I don't think you wanna go against that." Her eyes dangerously darkened. He gulped, and nodded a yes. --- Everybody has a story. And sometimes, these stories go unnoticed and untold. Even if it's that hard-core and determined badass girl from the school or the one who stays hidden in the shadows with books piled up right in front of him. In a normal high school filled with players, jocks, Heartbreakers and badass personalities, a boy with blue eyes, gel soaked brown hair and adorable face gets claimed by the most feared girl in leather jackets. Lucas Clark was not your average teenage boy. Mean it, he was not. All around you could see boys of his age probably flirting, playing games, hanging out with friends and throwing parties like their life depended on them. But he was a nerd. He was a straight A student. And she was the bad girl of the school, Claire Cooper. When one meet turns out to be Claire claiming him hers, he is left devastated and knowing that not to mess with "The Claire Cooper", Lucas has no option but to give in. And when the complications arise, they are shattered but they find themselves in a better place than when he felt like he was practically being attacked by the bad girl of the school. #55 in teenfic #1 in badass #1 in goodboy #1 in badgirlgoodboy #2 in nerd #1 in good #15 in heartbreak #16 in teen

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION