The world is in war again, military bases being the only safe haven for the population in the affected areas. Danger, lies, and secrets lurk between the enemy sides, dividing them even more in the time when unity is needed the most. But perhaps amidst of it all, there is hope for a better future. No translations allowed!

❝ Is she-❞ ❝She's yours.❞ *** Thirteen months. Thirteen months without him and both of their worlds had changed, even if he had no idea about any of it. But now, he's been thrown in at the deep end without so much of a warning before embarking on the journey of a lifetime; fatherhood. - #1 in #onedirection 5/5/20 #1 in #1D 1/8/20 #1 in #harryedwardstyles 21/7/20 #19 in #harrystyles 10/5/20 #1 in #niallhoran 25/9/20 #3 in #liampayne 25/8/20 #9 in #louistomlinson 28/6/20 #1 in #romance 29/9/20

Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance

When River crosses paths with a man who speaks to every hidden hunger inside her, their connection spirals into an all-consuming pull neither of them can resist-but is she Grayson's salvation... or his ruin? *** Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox-the troubled bad boy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? *** He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. *** Cover by @strayin

"I can't change." he said as she smiled. "Then don't." Sometimes you can't truly change a person. No matter what you do they'll never be the person you want them to be. But you can inspire them to be the person you never thought you'd need. So what happens when Harry Styles- a young pop-star stirred with arrogance and heartless cruelty, meets Aria Hope- a young princess stirred with curiosity and on the search for a meaningful life; can one person turn a wilted flower to a blooming rose? © intococaine {in major editing} - {Books 1, 2, 3 & 4}

"I don't want you to mark me" I said quickly. "Why?" he asked me, his tone seemed calm but i knew he was far from it. "I have a commitment towards my pack" I told him, hoping he'll understand but to my astonishment his eyes were dark now and he held his palms in a tight fist. "You are my mate Templar, you belong to my pack" he said in a condescending tone. My blood boiled at the tone he was using with me. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. "Do not use that tone with me, Everett. You are not my Alpha, I respond to-" none, i was about to say, but had to bite my tongue to change that. I was not ready to tell him that I'm the sole White Shifter, not ready to tell him I'm The Alpha of my pack. So i lied, again.

"Everett" I called him when he paused in his tracks. I looked around and realized that we were right in the middle of a clearing. "Why did we stop here?" I enquired in bewilderment. Everett, who had his back to me, turned to face me. The hurt expression in his face didn't miss my notice even when he tried his best to conceal it from me, by giving me a small smile. "You know I love you right?" he asked me and I nodded happily. I knew my mate loves me and I love him too. He stepped forward, cupped my face in his hands and placed a light, feathery kiss on my forehead. "I'm doing this because I love you" he whispered, and then taking a step back, curled his fingers to form a tight fist. I stared at his fist and then glanced up to clash with his pacific blue eyes, "Doing what?" I prompted. Everett didn't bother replying; instead he shifted into his huge black wolf, compelling me to take a few steps back. 'Shift' he commanded through the link. I looked away not meeting his gaze because I didn't appreciate the way he commanded me. Nobody commands me. Nobody. 'I, Everett Green, Alpha of Waterwave Pack, am challenging you, Templar Green, White Wolf, for a fight'

In which Rosalia, the schools most hated girl, finds herself discovering new emotions with her History tutor. Cover by: @-PAPAYA