I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

They say it only takes an hour for your life to change. In my case, it was one month. My name is Hera Reynolds and this is my story... Book 2 of Room 234's virgin

"MINE!" I heard a growl behind me which makes my wolf jump and do some flips. It reminded me of the dream I just had. Well, kinda.... no, not really, but something. 'MATE!! GO TO MATE!! GET SKUM BAG OFF OF US AND GO TO MATE!!' My wolf was screaming at me. Weird because Zec is my mate. He said so himself. But my wolf never freaks like this not even for Zec. And being in his arms doesn't feel right it never really did. So I do what any werewolf with a brain would do, well more like the guy that my wolf was flipping overcame into my view and I was ripped out of Zec's arms. "GET. OFF. MY. MATE.!!" Zec screamed "SHE'S NOT YOUR MATE SHE'S MINE!!!" The guy growled back. "WELL, THEN WHY DOES SHE HAVE MY MARK ON HER?!?! HUH" the guy looks at the mark that Zec gave me. I felt like crying now. I looked at him and he just smirked and looked at Zec. "Want to test the mark. You know what they say; only a true mate can change the mark on his mate. So here it is, I'll try to mark her and if I do then everyone will know I'm her TRUE mate, and if not I'll leave right now and forget about the treaty I was here to make with Alpha Black. Deal?" Isabella Black is a normal girl, well as normal as being a werewolf can be. She's fooled into think that Zec Fib is her mate, but what happens when she finds her true mate? What happens when she finds out he is Jace Blake, Alpha of the Firewoods pack, the strongest pack on Earth? What happens after Zec is killed and everything seems fine?

Sixteen year old, Maddie Richmond, is known as the school's 'mute'. Ever since her mother left her and her father at the age of only 13, she began the days of no talking. But, that's when bad boy, Xavier Scott, comes around and gets Maddie to open up. As they continue to work on their school project together, they begin to learn more and more about each other. Will they fall for each other? Do opposites really attract?

I'm sick of crying tired of trying. Yeah I might be smiling but inside I’m dying. They don't know me or what I've been through, yet they still judge me. I've been through hell and back. I've seen and heard awful things. After what I've been through I dont see how they affect me, but they do. They call me the mute emo dork. I guess why it hurts so much is because its true.

Peyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.