Her life was perfect. Her father was the Alpha of the Pack of bones and she was next. People admired her. Everything was great. Why did things have to change? Wattpad deleted some of the chapters so please bear with me, I'm trying to get them back up

"Where are you?!" Kylie shouted into the darkness. "I know you're there! Show yourself!" ---- Do you know the feeling of being followed? Being followed everywhere you are, everywhere you go, during the day but also during the night. Kylie is 17 years old and is an only child. She lives with her parents, but they come home late. So until they're home, it's not safe... It's nowhere safe. Because she's there...she's everywhere.

~COMPLETED~ GirlxGirl / TeacherxStudent. ~ ~ ~Being one of the most popular girls in high school, Kate Brooks thinks her life is perfect. She has money, people are automatically attracted to her, and life couldn’t get any better for her. Until the day she walks into her second hour to come face to face with Miss Riley, her new Pre-Calc teacher. Then, as if Kate doesn’t already have enough to deal with as she struggles, weird things start happening around town, and Kate seems to be caught in the middle. As supernatural forces make Kate spiral into a world she never knew existed, she also has to deal with the fact that she has and undying attraction to her math teacher. It’s your typical Teacher/Student story, with a twist~ ~ ~

Do we just wait until time passes or do we search for what we need?Nova however did both and found what she needed exactly to smile again.. WARNING:this story may have very tiny typos

(Teacherxstudent) It might have been the way her hand moved effortlessly across the canvas with every stroke she made, or the way her eyes would shine when speaking about her passion that she adored so much, or maybe it was her smile that seemed to captivate me every time. She was perfect in her own way, and I wish I could tell her how much happiness she brings into my life by being present. How all my worries and fears seem to drown away when she's near, or how a simple "hello" makes my day. The only thing stopping me from getting close to her is that diamond ring on her left hand, and how terrible of a person I feel every time I think about her in ways I'm not suppose to, and the fact that I couldn't bring her into my fucked up life. Oh, and because she's my art teacher. Mrs. Shuler, if only you knew how much I adore you.