*His Slave Sequel*

Pain. It's all I feel. To bad if it hurts Pain Nobody will save you It slowly kills you. Pain

~A FEATURED WATTPAD STORY~ COMPLETED Leonidas, a cold, rude, arrogant Alpha, was raised by his father to think that mates are beneath them. His mother was physically and mentally abused but his father, and that was what he thought was the right thing to do. Constantly warring with himself on how to treat his future mate, he decides not to accept her altogether, whoever she is. She would weaken him and his position, and it was easier to reject and forget her. Eleanor is a plain she-wolf living in a pack that treats women as servants. Women are only tools to men, only used to clean the household and produce children for their mates. She thought the right thing to do was to let men control her every decision, always look down in submission, and never speak unless spoken to. She wishes for her mate to get her out of this hell, but is afraid this hell will always be in her mind. Leonidas is stuck in his pride, Eleanor is stuck in a hell impossible to escape. Will they survive as mates? Highest Rankings: #15 in Werewolf #16 in Werewolf #52 in Werewolf (9/21/2019) #68 in Werewolf #90 in Werewolf (9/24/2019) #224 in WereWolf - #419 in Love

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Alpha Darren Hale of Moonstone Pack has been searching for his mate for four years, he's beginning to lose hope. Little does he know, he'll soon find his mate, tiny brunette Blaire. But she turns out to be hard to handle for her tiny size. Highest Ranking: #7 in Werewolf

Shay is kinda shy, Rekness is sort of withdrawn. She'd rather study history than her society's renown Artwork. He's the academy's star Artwork pupil. Normally they'd never talk, but a chance encounter and a certain graduation dance are about to change all that. Meanwhile, a stranger with a blue cloak and pink hair slips into town, trailing blood and sweet lies in her wake. She seeks an ancient lock, and knows that a certain student is the key. The Mountain Dancer is the story of a girl at a crossroads, a boy who doesn't know his own strength, and a lost secret that has slept for far too long. ~ This completed novel contains strong language, sexual themes and scenes of violence. Cover illustration by Joe Pelow Length: 99,000 words

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

This is simply a fanfiction on the love story between Tris and Tobias if she survived allegent.