"Your my mate." he whispers. I stare at him in shock. There's only one thing I can think of to say. "How long have you known!" I growl at him. "Six months." he answers. I stopped breathing. He's known for six fucking months and he didn't tell me! What's worse is he's still been screwing other girls. So that means......... Edited by: MsContretto

The sequel to It's Complicated. Life throws curveballs. Casey Anderson knows this, but can’t seem to get a break. She’s finally allowed to leave the city, after 5 years, to come back to a place where nothing is the same. Casey is forced to cope with more than she’s ready for. Will she ever get a break?

Watty Awards Werewolf Finalist 2012 & one of Wattpad's Most Read Werewolf Stories of 2013! The world of werewolves is changing. All packs are being forced to concede to a more powerful wolf, determined to have peace among the wolves. Emily’s boyfriend of 3 years is forced to take a bride, from another pack, in a political pairing. After one night out, the worst happens. She gets knocked up and had no idea just who her mystery man was.

THIS BOOK IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION: DO NOT READ IF YOU INTEND TO FINISH. NO UPDATES IN THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE. Sarah Crossen is rejected by her mate, all because of a crime her father had done. Dejected Sarah forces herself to go on. Why? Because she is pregnant from a one night stand. When the pack discovered that she is, she is more hated than ever. Especially by her mate Conrad. Even though he rejected her, she still got herself pregnant! With no one left to turn too Sarah has to face the hardest thing she will ever deal with in her life.

**WILL SOON BE UNDERGOING EXTREME EDITING** *SECOND BOOK IN THE “BROKEN” TRILOGY* Haunted by the demons of her past, Ariella tries to fix herself. Moving on seems like the only solution to forgetting her past. However, when someone seeks to pull Ariella back in to the life she’s tried so hard to escape, it is hard for her to be strong. Events threaten the bond between Ariella and Niall. They are forced to test the limits of their relationship. Through all of this the two of them never stop fighting. Separation forces the two desperate adults to adapt to change. A journey with endless obstacles compels Ariella to question who she really is. Maybe that question is the one that needs to be answered. After all, in order to fix yourself you must first find yourself.

This is the story of a girl who one day is happily walking home from school when she is kidnapped by the one and only- one direction. (COMPLETED WITH SEQUEL) WARNING: Wrote this when I was a carrot/fetus to writing so be prepared for it to be pretty poop!

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

**WILL SOON BE UNDERGOING EXTREME EDITING** *FIRST BOOK IN THE "BROKEN" TRILOGY* I looked in my step-father's eyes for a brief second and he was enraged. He looked absolutely crazy, and his look expressed the desire to kill. In less than three seconds, I knew what my fate would be. I was going to die. Ariella Rayne grew up without a real father, and instead with a crazy step-father. One day when he goes too far, her mother makes her go live with her birth father in London. Her father, however, is also Harry Styles’s father. When she meets the boys, they don’t exactly like her. She’s weird and American and Harry is mad at her for something that she cannot control. When they truly get to know her, she falls for one of them. Can they heal her or will Ariella remain broken?

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*