A hybrid is a being that is part human and part animal. More often than not, the human part of them outweighs the animal part. But, what happens when something triggers that animal part of them? And forces them to rely on their most basic actions. Forces them to rely on instincts. Their feral instincts. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Harry?” Louis asked, his voice wrecked, barley able to speak anything above a whisper. His throat strained to make any noise at all and was so sore. Louis received no word response but was shocked when a low growl began to rumble from Harry’s chest. It would have froze a person in their place had it been anyone there but Louis. Louis’ frown deepened even more, confused at his hybrid’s actions. “Hazza?”

What the fuck is the purpose to a manners school? Not what I was expecting I'll tell you that. {Basically a BDSM school fic. Larry/Niam/Zustin/Ziam/Ziall} Cover made by the amazing @cuddlybabyhaz

Harry (not famous) has two other brothers: Edward and Marcel Styles. Together, they make The Styles Triplets. In this story, there's a bunch of ups and downs with family and friends and a huge twist and a very exciting ending... read to find out!

Edward, Harry, and Marcel Styles had decided to mate together before they could even decipher the significance of the act; but now, looking back, they think it may not have been the smartest decision. Each man has a different personality, and different needs that have to be met by an Omega, that have caused difficulty in their search. Louis Tomlinson has been lusted after ever since he presented. He's a pure, extremely fertile Omega. He has a steady job, and lives with his best friend, an Alpha named Liam. He's perfectly content with his life, and doesn't plan on changing it for anyone. Until he meets the triplets. Thanks to larrier for the beautiful cover! xx

Alone. It was a sensation I was very accustomed to. Only I was plucked out of a den and stuck in a cage. I had to survive on my own, live on my own and push to struggles without any support. A series of strange events made me wonder if I truly was alone in the crowd. What if there is someone out there that actually wants me? Needs me? I wouldn't know. All I knew was that my life changed after I found myself face to face with a possible family. It was strange to know that he too was alone whilst standing in the crowd. He alone could reach to me as I could reach to him. He was just one boy. I was just one pup. Together, we were one pack The Sequel of One Omega, following the unknown brother of Zayne.

Kale Pritchard is the quiet kid. Nobody even knows he's there. Even at home he's hardly ever remembered. He's sixteen and a senior in Mountain Crest High School. He skipped two grades and is thinking about graduating early. Sixx is the leader of the pack. In more ways then one. His father was the Alpha of the Mountain Crest Pack until he stepped down. Now Sixx is in charge and he is trying to juggle everything with the pack, school and continuing the blood line of the White family.

When the government realises that Omegas are becoming rarer, they bring in measures that Omegas should be Mated of to the most powerful and most wealthy Alphas in the world to keep their bloodlines going. Bring in Louis and Niall, two Omegas who have been on the run for a while, wanting to escape the government Alphas. However, what happens when they are finally found, resulting in the Omegas being introduced to the Styles Triplets? Nothing runs smoothly. WARNING: Don't let the cover fool you, there is boyxboy mature in this. I am not holding back in this book. It is purely fun for me, so join me in seeing where this story goes?

"when you said your last goodbye i died a little bit inside i lay in tears in bed all night alone without you by my side but if you loved me why'd you leave me?" chapters in the beginning may be carroty, they were written in 2012. COMPLETED, SEQUEL COMING NOVEMBER/DECEMBER 2014.

Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.