Love Trilogy #2 This work of fiction may include potentially disturbing readings, scenes and discussions around topics such as sexual, self-harm, physical violence, emotionally triggering materials, death and suicide. Please engage in self-care as you read this work. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“Matuto kang magsorry pag nagkakamali ka, walang mangyayari kung pride ang papairalin.” For more advises just click the "Start Reading" And don't forget to vote :) Thank you :D All advices here are all based on what I've learned or heard during confession time on Papa Jack's

If you can't find the right words for certain situations just give a smile. Words have potential to confuse but a smile convinces.....😘

*ئامۆژگاریه‌كانی ژیان* كاتێك له‌ دایك ده‌بی ,هه‌موو پێده‌كه‌نن و ته‌نیا تۆی كه‌ ده‌گری " له‌ دنیادا جۆرێك بژی كه‌ كاتێك رۆیشتی هه‌موو بگرین و ته‌نها تۆ بی كه‌ پێده‌كه‌نی ‌" "ئه‌گه‌ر مرۆڤ گوێ به‌عه‌یبه‌ بدات هه‌رگیز به‌ ئاواته‌كانی ناگات"

this is just an advices and qoutes guyzz, not a stories okay??? but for sure you won't be disappointed *wink* please read!!!

This is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please. Enjoy!!!

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

Blaze Anderson was a spoiled, handsome, intelligent and carefree person. The life for him was just a game. And he was always a winner in this game. His whole world was turned upside down when he met Ashley Parker. The most beautiful, stubborn and innocent girl who he had ever seen. But when Blaze made a bet on Ashley for making her fall in love with him, he didn't know that after it, their lives wouldn't be the same. Not just only theirs, but others' too. But what will happen when things don't go as planned?

Carly Atwood always remembered the man that used to live in the loft above the barn when she was a little girl. John was her childhood crush, he was the guy she wrote about in her diary, and when he left her in his army greens, he was the first man she ever cried for. Nine years later, Carly isn't the eleven year-old girl John left behind. She grew up and moved on with her life, taking over the Atwood Ranch following her father's death. John isn't the man he used to be either; physically and emotionally scarred following his last deployment in Afghanistan, John is returning to the only place he ever called home, back to the loft above the barn and to the pretty blonde girl that's been holding onto his dog tags for all these years. ----- Title inspired by the song of the same name by Tim McGraw.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION