Meet Noah Adams. He lives with his 5 older brothers. His parents died in a car accident. His brothers are loud, obnoxious, annoying, overprotective, and strict. Take a deep dive into the madness.

For fifteen years now Werewolves have been known to man, well they've literally taken over. You could say the humans didn't take their existence very well. After 'The War' towns, cities and districts have been divided into territories that would house a pack lead by an Alpha. A person with power who should be obeyed by humans and Weres alike. Yes, they let the humans live, they say it's because they just wanted to live in peace. However, the humans have another idea, they only let them live because there's a chance that one of them could be a Werewolves mate. A mate is a soul mate; someone very important, the one peron who is believed to be perferct for another. Someone a Werewolf is possessive and protective of. Some human's have become accustomed to the idea of Werewolves and being a mate, some even hope for a Were to notice them. Then there are the one's who despise the idea and grovell in silence, silence because the Weres are a dangerous and undefeatable species. Then theres Vanessa, a human who lives with her Mum and Dad and her baby 4 year old brother, Sonny. Like any human she lives in a pack territory controlled by an Alpha. She's 18 now and the unmated males are all hoping for her attention, the gorgeous girl who secretly thinks all Werewolves are monsters like the rest of her family. Read her story and find out how being loved by a monster is and isn't the way Vanessa expected it to be like.

"Hold on!" He asks vehemently. "What do you want?" I ask, irritated. His blue eyes widen and still manage to shine in the dim moonlight, his dark, golden hair looking like a halo on his head. America's golden boy he is. He hesitates at my question, as if he doesn't even know himself. "Why don't you come back with me? I can get you some food, a warm bed, some clean clothes?" He offers kindly. I look at him skeptically. "Back where? Your ivory tower?" I sass. He presses his lips together before jumping to the other dumpster. "Look, I just want to help. It doesn't matter what the press says. They get a lot wrong anyway." He shoots a smile down at me to try and win me over. "Well, that's wonderfully patriotic of you," I hop down and start walking down the alley away from him. "but no thanks." I slip my thumbs under the straps of my backpack and clutch on. Steve Rogers appears next to me in seconds, walking with me. I create distance between us, making sure we don't touch. Before he opens his mouth, I stop us both, my temper flaring up. "Look, I have no interest in being your charity case. I don't want to be in the press, used as an example of how good the Avengers are, or any of that shit. I just want to be left alone!" I huff, pulling my backpack tighter against my back to resist punching Captain America. Steve's eyes go to my still bloody knuckles in the dim light and his eyebrows furrow even further. "Oh, dear god." I complain at seeing more concern on his face. Before he can put a gentle hand on my shoulder and give me a rousing speech about justice or something I kick him hard in the balls. As soon as he leans over I start sprinting. I reach another dumpster and jump on top of it, then leap to the nearest fire escape. Then, I'm on the roof and feel like I'm flying. Some people've gotta learn the hard way; not everyone wants to be saved. SEQUEL 'Into the Ring' IS UP NOW! *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.*

#1 in Werewolf - #1 in Mate The world is at war with something they told themselves didn't exist. Samantha was born into this world and has always lived her life in fear of the world's newest predator; however, she has a plan for freedom and nothing is going to stop her from achieving it. Not even Samuel. *** I ran straight into the rocks but whipped back around when I realized I was trapped. When I came face to face with the man again, I reached for my backpack and snapped open my pepper spray. The lid came undone and a burning liquid erupted from the tube, covering my attacker's face. I waited for him to recoil so I could break away, but he didn't move. In fact, all he did was bring his shirt up to his eyes to wipe away the oozing liquid. I stared with wide eyes, glancing between the man and the bottle in my hand. Then, it hit me. Pepper spray worked on humans.

A set of chess stands at my bedside table, the white row perfectly in line while one of the black knights already moved. I furrow my eyebrows at the wrongdoing but then remind myself of one thing; he doesn't play by the rules. Picking up the small letter in the middle of the checkerboard, I keep the creeping fear at bay and read the four words followed by his signature, surprisingly neatly written. "Prepare to be checkmated - Nick."

#1 in Thriller /15-05-18/ "I want her", he says in a deep voice, causing me to shiver. His hair and eyes are the same color as the sky at night and his lips are curled up in a mischievous smirk. He reaches out his hand and gently touches my cheek and I take a step back, my eyes full of anger and fear. "Ah, feisty one, aren't you?" I hear him say as he leans in closer, trapping me between the cold wall and his tense body. Copyright © 2014

"Your mine" He growled, slamming his fists into the tree that was currently behind me I swallowed hard and looked down to the ground avoiding looking at his golden eyes that shined threw the darkness of the forest. "All mine" He whispered before his teeth sank into my neck #963 In Werewolf #636 In Werewolf @JADEsilentBLUE cover