I'm Liliane Wood. I'm running away from what I love the most, my mate. Betrayal and lust, rules me over. I can not trust anyone and sometimes I can not even trust myself. Save me, please. Find me, catch me, and kill me from myself.

I, Lois Mai Reynolds, am all kinds of clumsy. I fall over flat surfaces. I drop expensive vases, and miraculously find ways to trip over thin air. Not a day has passed by when I'm not wearing a Band-Aid for some kind of accident that I've endured, and it's stooped to the level now that my parents call me King Kong and joke about having warning signs and safety tape around my bedroom door. Once upon a time, I used to think of that as a laughing matter, but not anymore. Not since I almost killed my crush's mom. Suddenly, being compared to a giant gorilla of mass destruction doesn't actually seem that crazy. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED #11 Romance

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO HE'S MY MATE I feel the cold stones pressed to my back, seeping through the piece of fabric I have on to cover my body, the concrete below just as cold. This room, wherever it is, is kept low, low enough to bring my body temperature down. I haven't been able to access my wolf since I had been drugged when they got me. I don't know who they are, some monsters that have kept me prisoner. I don't even know how long I've been here. I tried counting the days, but when there are no windows, barely any lights, and when you keep getting knocked out by drugs, it makes it impossible to guess. I feel the deep pit of despair coming back to swallow me whole. The mood swings I keep going through, they must be a side effect of whatever it is they're giving me. There's no way out of this, there's no way Alarik will find me, and there's no way I can break free. I give up pulling on the shackles that bind my wrists, the skin there rubbed raw and scabbing from all the times I've tried to pull them loose. Even if I had my wolf strength, they're made of silver. There's no way I'm getting out of them, not unless someone unlocks them with a key. *************** Following Allison's disappearance, Alarik has been on edge. He's seached the entire pack, looked every possible place near their lands and hasn't found a single piece of evidence that leads to her, and what's worse is he can't link to her. Something's shut off the access of her to him, and there are very, very few ways that could happen, and one of them is death. Alarik refuses to give up hope that his mate is still alive and while he wants to blame Hazel, the very demon who said she wouldn't stop until she was with Alarik, one witness actually saw what happened, and it wasn't a woman that had taken his mate. Alarik is racing against time. Time that if it runs out, he must marry the very woman he despises, and the time that's slowly ticking to find Allison alive. Cover by @_fangirling

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

"Nothing can prepare you for what comes next. You've just got to assume you'll be there to figure it out." Karissa has a relatively.... normal life. Well if you consider strangely submissive Alphas, ginger fallen angels, a possibly gay brother, really- REALLY cute vampires, creepy Hungarian dudes with- is that? Is that a mustache? Holy crap that's a - okay, off topic. Really hot- maybe Spanish?-Demons, seriously annoying bitches, pinked haired witches, THE MOST ADORABLE LITTLE PUPPY IN THE UNIVERSE, a sarcastic wolf, a fur color unique to her gender THAT APPARENTLY MEANS I GET VIOLATED WHENEVER THE F- calm down, calm down, there might be little kids reading this!, and a little boy who doesn't speak. What else did I- oh yeah. I'm- I mean, She's also a werewolf. ★If you don't like sarcasm and swearing and violence- go away. No, seriously, don't read it. Save yourself★ Best# Werewolf #207 / Humor #260

Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson have always had an amazing carefree friendship. But that's the problem, they're just friends. When the pair take a step forward and deepen they're relationship things get complicated. They went from friends to lover a bit too fast. When Jen try's punishing herself for Josh's stupid actions the pair decide to go back into the friend zone. Will that last for long? Or will someone come take Jen away from her lover before they can sort things out? _____________________________________ BTW THIS STORY IS CRAP...