She was born to lead a pack, but she's just starting her journey to freedom and family... Sidney Blake never expected to ever be free. For years she's been bounced around in foster care, caged because of a secret no one was supposed to know about and forced to fight for the enemy. Now she's been living for a year on her own and is adapting to her new life style but she's looking for a change, and change presents itself in some rather surprising ways. Slowly she's learning to take control over her haunting past and reign over her newfound freedom, but as a lone wolf she's always on the run from what lies behind her. What she doesn't know is what lies ahead might be even more terrifying... Shaw's pack has been steadily growing over the years and now with a dozen strong members they are the largest pack in the area, even rogue wolves think twice before taking on this powerful pack, especially when they're protecting their land. The boys live out their lives alongside the humans located in their small hometown territory, keeping the peace between beast and man. The locals know to stay out of the forest that rumored beasts roam, but with a brand new local taking up residents smack dab in their woodsy lair, how will the boys settle things with the human trespasser? Then there's the matter of a nomad scented running loose on their turf, a lone wolf on their territory won't be tolerated but what if things aren't exactly as they first thought? Who is this dangerous new stranger that they can't seem to run off, and where on earth did she come from? *This story will not have mates the only 'mates' here are marriage mates and it is a rh12. I plan on this as a wolf shifter story being as they will be equal parts wolf and human in personality, or as natural as possible.*

Sang Sorenson is almost 18 years old and never had any friends, boyfriend, first kiss, or even talked to anyone her own age. She was forced to never leave home by her Stepmother. So what happens when she has to go into town to get a job? Sang Sorensen's life is about to begin with adventure, romance, and a lot of fun with "some" very hot and charming guys. Sang makes friends with a dog named Max. Max and the boys act strange around each other. He's not like any other dog, but Sang doesn't know that due to her being locked up her whole life. Who is Max? Why is he so different? What's his secret? Why do the boys and Max act so weird around each other? What's going on? There's something almost magical happening. This isn't some fairy tale. Or is it?

For the past three years, Sang Sorenson has been fighting for her life. Literally. She was sold into an underground fighting ring where every week supernaturals like her fight for their keep. As an angel and vampire mix, she can hold her own, but the fights are slowly killing her. Cue the Blackbourne team. They were tasked to bring down this ring, but they didn't expect to meet a girl like Sang in the process. Determined, clever, and brave, she has enamored them all, making them desperate to protect her at all costs. But Sang won't let them take her out of the fight. She has a score to settle with the leaders of the fight ring and friends who need rescuing. The wonderful characters and academy belong to CL Stone. This is for entertainment only and will not be used in any way for financial gain.

Sang runs away from her boys holding a secret close to her chest. She doesn't go far, but the boys can't find her. She runs to the only people she can think of, but she hasn't seen them in years. Will they turn her away? Will her boys find her? Will the truth come out? *All characters are from C.L. Stone's beautiful mind, but the plot is mine.* Thank you for reading!

THIS STORY HAD BEEN ADOPTED BY THE FABULOUS @MeganEnn, SO GO TO HER PROFILE TO READ MORE! Erica Lee has had enough. Enough of looking at her son, and the new doctor at her hospital, and thinking that they're a perfect match. So her plan springs into action, complete with a feigned illness and some not-so-subtle meddling. But what will she do when her plan brings the doctor to not just her son's attention, but his team's too?

I own nothing... the Academy world belongs to CL Stone and I'm just stealing some time around the pool. :)

I wanted to punch that grin right off his face. "I don't think your mind is capable of thinking anything." "Watch yourself." The humor fled from his expression. "You might be my mate, but there are limits-" "No thank you." I fought back a shiver. Actually, I did feel a bit guilty. An instinct inside me warred for dominance, to give in. But there was something else too, something I couldn't put my finger on. There had always been a desire to support my Alpha, but right now, something didn't feel right. --- Not your typical RH. Copyright 2019 Lyla Oweds All Rights Reserved

WARNING: This is a very old story, written over a long period of time so it isn't the best and it has discrepancies but I wanted to keep it up as it shows my writing development. Thank you. Who would ever have guessed that the sister of Isabella Swan would be the future vampire Queen? Many surely did not, so what happens when she is not mated to one but all three of the Volturi kings? What challenges shall she face? Find out in 'Volturi'. (Disclaimer: All recognized characters and plot sequences belong to the author of the Twilight franchise, Stephanie Meyer.)

Sang has always been a little bit different. She was made fun of for being a math-whiz in school up until she was kidnapped. Growing up in the crime world from a young age, she tried to do what she was told and keep her head down...but...that was easier said than done. Trouble seems to follow her like it's her middle name. Eventually things come to a head that puts her in the Academy's sights, but the struggles only keep piling up as she is shuffled around, wondering when or even if she will ever find somewhere she feels like is home. Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to CL Stone. Warnings: This story is 18+ Mature. It will have extreme and graphic violence, murder, swearing...all the fun stuff. I don't separate out mature scenes or warn where they are. If any of those warnings were not to your liking, or if any of these may trigger you--please choose wisely before reading. Note: Also, I do not speak any language fluently other than English. All translations are done by Google Translate, so I apologize. I know that it is rarely accurate, but I still like including them in the story. They make it look more foreign and exotic! Lastly, if you want to receive notifications about exclusive content--such as sneak peeks at the next chapter before it's posted, reasoning behind some of the decisions in the story, or even short glimpses into the guys' POVs, make sure to follow!

❝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