Rory can't find a right home. She's seventeen and is living on the streets. She can't stand the foster homes they put her in, and most of the time, they can't stand her. Not to mention, she hates the orphanage they put her in when she's between foster homes. But she's found joy in mainly four things. Art, skating, music, and Youtube. She doesn't know what she's in for.

Being the new girl at the company Buzzfeed, you don't really expect to be in any videos for a few weeks at least. You end up being in a group called, //"They try guys?" I asked// Your welcomed into the group with love and there is definitely more going on with one of your co-workers. *//this | is | by | the | 3rd | owner | of | this | account!! | I'm | not | reveling | my | real | name | so | refer | to | me | as | Soul |😂\\*

Cause of death? You guessed it. Both drug overdose. If you ask me they did it on purpose. They didn't love me enough to stay here and care for me. I guess 17 years was too long to raise a kid because they now left me in the care of my arrogant, controlling, sexy step brothers. Once that judge made the finally call and announced that those Devils were my guardians for the next two years I knew my life as I knew it was over. CAUTION: Mild sexual situations, profanity and adult situations take place in this story so I ask for only mature and 18+ readers. **CURRENLTY UNDER rewrite.***

Daniella Dallas is you're average girl. She doesn't like to be girly and just has her own style. But she is also your average celebrity. Her brother is Cameron Dallas. What happens when a group of Cameron's friends come over for a visit?

"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.