[Winner of The Fanfiction Award 2017 for Best Magcon/OGOC Fanfiction] Sadie Salvay, a girl who is never in trouble. A girl who was never asked on a date, knew a guy who liked her, or even had her first kiss. A girl who never had music in her life. At least, that was until she heard a single song, and everything changed. Sadie never understood how other girls could be so crazy over bands and celebrities. She thought that these girls were silly, and that all celebrities were fake and had egos bigger than the planet. However, that was only until she laid her eyes on Shawn Mendes for the very first time while watching a videoclip, and then she couldn't take him off her mind, or pass a day without listening to his songs. They made her feel better, feel happier. She believed on the guy she saw on the screen of her phone, but a bugging doubt was still on the back of her mind: is this all real? Is he exactly who he makes me believe he is? Or did media manipulate me in a way that makes me believe that Shawn is who I think he is? And from that moment onwards, she knew that she had to meet him or at least see him live, no matter what. After a long wait, that moment has come. She was certain that this would be one of the best days of her life. However, she didn't know that it was going to be so much more than that. It was just the beginning of a whole new chapter in her life. Though will the changes after that day be for the better, or the worse? Highest ranks: #1 under "Shawn Mendes Fanfic" 01/12/17 #2 under "Shawn Mendes" 04/16/17 #2 in Fanfiction 07/19/17 I own all of my created characters and the writing and the plot of this story. I do not own: any published books, apps and companies, movies, quotes, published book characters, songs, and etc., that are mentioned/referenced in the story. I also include in this any media in this story that I don't state is mine.

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

SYNOPSIS: MIYU BINEZ The girl who pretends to be a nerd But being a NERD is only her front, It's like a book by its cover, it is just her cover. But a story that's inside the book is the real her. Because she is a Gangster Princess, The POWERFUL PRINCESS, She's the leader of Aurturia's Unicorn. While being a nerd, she realized that when People is not aware of who you really are You'll be Disliked, Bullied and a lot more. But there was a boy who helped her like shining armor and the boy who saves her from the bullies, Is a gangster and he is the prince of their gangster. Coincidence? Maybe.. Her (miyu) name in her gang is Aurturia, Known as the deadliest shooter, also a fighter.. JAZZ VINCE SANDOVAL The boy known as the Devil Monster, his identity is Secured. But then he met the girl who changed him, a nerd that changed him. He is a Prince in their gang known as Jaradia's Prince. He always does what he wants, gets what he wants, plays with girls, anything.. Not until she met Miyu.. They are in the same boat, He feels pity not noticing he fell, and fell hard to the point that he has to risk everything, even his own innocence. ©Maecel_DC ©2017

"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.