An allegorical short story of perspective. It is meant to be read with the reader's own perspective of choice. The story contains both subtle and deep reflective meanings. It is categorized as spiritual, but I consider it as more of a journey in first person point of view, and does not reference to any particular character or story. It is more related to my personal insight into the general concerns and ideas expressed as the story continues. *Author's Note*: I do not think it will be a widely viewed story, and I am not intent on becoming a professional 'writer'. I originally wrote it on paper, and I did not have any purpose or intention for typing it up and posting it. My profile on wattpad is not something I usually pay attention to, I have had this account for a few years, and I use it simply because I love to read. Currently, I am 17 years old, and if my memory serves me correctly, I think I was around 12 or 13 years old when I first got my account(my best friend had just moved schools) and the 'My Story' thing on my profile has not ever been updated since, and I don't look at it very often to begin with. Writing, for me, is another form of art that I can use when I can't put whatever "it" is onto paper in a 'visual' form. I enjoy both. If you do happen to read this, please note that I appreciate the acknowledgement, or even the simple glance, and I hope you might enjoy the story. Even if you may not, you still have my thanks for looking.

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (:

"She was knocked out on the ground in the corner of the room. Laying on top of that ratty old blanket completely naked...The room was cold even for me. I'm guessing they kept it air conditioned to keep her weak. The room was quite small and damp. Her blood covered the room. Not just fresh blood from the hit to her head. A lot of it was old and dried up, but it covered everything. All of it was her blood, I'm guessing they beat her a lot...did a lot to her. It was dark in there I'm guessing she isn't very used to light. I don't know how long she was down there, it's not possible to tell unless she tells us. But whatever happened in there...from just looking at that room it most likely broke her." Scarlet had been taken from her pack. Kidnapped at the age of 15. Spending a year and a half about in a cell in another packs territory. Being Beaten and violated for so long she's given up hope that she'll ever leave. But what happens when Jared and his pack comes along and finally saves her from the suffering. Well you would hope it's over but it's not so easy to fix a girl whose been broken for so long. Highest ranking # 197 Werewolf (Extreme content and language)

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

This story was previously known as "The Awakening". ~*~ "One... two... three... one... two... three... a million... is that number right?" A figure less voice echoed. "Hello? Who's there?" Caliope asked, focusing on that voice. "One... two... who? A million... a billion... no, it's more... a legion..." Silence. She had seen too many horror movies and heard too many stories about that single word to overpass its meaning. The voice went quiet, yet she was still unable to see where it came from. She rubbed her eyes and all she could see around her was a thick path in a jungle-like scene. She didn't remember how she got there, but she knew it was for something important. Her eyes focused on the far end of the path and all she could see were more trees. She turned to the opposite side and found just the same. "One... two... billions... but always back at one..." the voice resumed it's counting. "Where are you? Who are you?" ~*~ -Her name is Caliope, and when she was a young girl, she never believed in happy endings. For her, there was nothing more than what you see in front of you. All she needed was her best friend Vanessa. Her background is very simple; a foster child with foster parents that were everything but warm and caring. Regardless of that, she became a smart and responsible young woman, ready for whatever came her way. At least that is what she thought. Her new job interview changed her life. It changed everything she ever believed in, and what she thought it was real. Her new boss is an amazing woman who has a son, something different from what he is made out to be. As she discovers the hidden truth about her boss and her son, she has to prepare herself for a whole new world that will unfold to her. ~*~ Intro collaboration with my loyal reader @GabrielleCarden Original Picture from the cover made by Marcus J. Ranum ~*~ This story has erotic scenes, religious perspectives, and judgment. Be warned and read at your own risk.

Highest ranking: #1 in Vampire. "You wanna know why?" I chuckled darkly, cruelly enjoying the way her eyes grew large in fear. "It's because I am a blood thirsty vampire who craves to drain you of your sweet blood." Dimitri Romero has it all. An internationally successful business, the everlasting curse of being a vampire, and girls. When his best friend and business partner dies in a freak accident, he encounters the only person he doesn't want to ever meet. His lovely mate. 'Light and dark, heaven and hell, good and evil, Delilah and Dimitri.' © MissTroubleX 2015

Johnny Valentine is a lonely boy who dreams of becoming a hero, just like the masked avengers in his comic books. His feisty grandmother Stella is a retired supermarket clerk and cancer survivor. Running out of time, money and options, the old lady is driven by a fierce sense of justice. Together the boy and his grandma devise a Robin-Hood style scheme to rob a ruthless retail conglomerate, stealing cash and medicine for the sick and needy. As their crime spree continues, the citizens of their town wonder how to judge the crazy young boy and his fugitive grandma. Are Johnny and Stella Valentine a menace to society? Or are they the only ones trying to save it? - Wattpad Top 10 Mystery/Thriller category - 2013 INDIEFAB Book of the Year Finalist (Action and Adventure Category)

*BOOK TWO* (Can he read as standalone) **THIS BOOK IS FULLY PUBLISHED NOW ON AMAZON. FIFTEEN CHAPTERS FROM THE END OF THIS BOOK HAVE BEEN REMOVED!! ** ••• Mara always assumed her mate would be a man from her own Pack. A good man. Not a sadistic, sinful Alpha named Kaden. Alpha Kaden. He's a man of riddles and cryptic puzzles. His identity is one of them. His touch, another. And what he loves most in this world, is a game. And one night, he steals Mara from her bed, and makes her a player. When escaping his riddles means punishment, Mara finds herself questioning what is real, and what is not. But that all changes, when Mara discovers the truth behind his touch... ••• *Book Two in the Alpha series* (Not necessary to read the first book Alpha Landon -Available on my profile.) *mature themes and language* (I am part of Wattpad Futures, so you will see ads)

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?