"We are all born sexual creatures,thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift." ― Marilyn Monroe All of the mature scenes in my stories published on Wattpad can be found here.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

Note: This book will only be on Wattpad until 10/16/2017. It's currently in the process of publishing, hopefully you guys understand! When Harper woke to the sound of moving trucks next door, he knew things would be different. The last neighbors had been rather unpleasant and he wasn't sad to see them go. In their place, the Stanfields moved in. Being the only gay couple in the neighborhood, the men knew they had to be friendly, but what starts off as flirtatious banter with the teenager next door turns into something much more dangerous. Harper's parents don't know he's not interested in girls. What Harper has his eyes set on are the Stanfield men, and he won't rest until he's in their good graces - and in their bed. Trouble's just moved in next door, and though he's not religious, Harper stands by one idea; he's a very... firm believer in loving thy neighbor.

Alex Perez is 17, shy, quiet, A+ student kind of girl, she only had two friends Ally and Andy Smith, the geniuses, she was rich but didn't care. Hunter Murray is 17, Highlands High School bad boy, he always got in trouble, got into fights and was known to be the schools player, he was rich and handsome and all the girls loved him. Alex and Hunter were neighbors, but Hunter never paid attention to her. Hunter and Alex got stuck in a house for a whole week, with no phones only tv's for entertainment What happens when they discover that the trip was fake and were locked in the house? Will they hate each other or discover their feelings for each other? Read and find out

Always there is a easy and hard. A better and a worse. Running is easy. Running from the person you work for ? Without a doubt hard. I guess I'll just have to say the truth. Even if I have to say it to myself. I love you boss-even if you don't . I understand why. I hurt you for the better. The worse? You hate me. But I should have know that was the least of our problems.

"You're the good little church girl, this sort of thing shouldn't have happened!" Hunter exclaimed and I scoffed. "Please, you're the badass gang member, you shouldn't have got us lost!" I retorted, only to be rewarded with a scowl. "I'm a gang leader, not a navigator!" Being the girlfriend of Sheffield's toughest gang leader isn't all it's cracked up to be. With a break from University and after hours of convincing Hunter to sit back and relax, Andy decides it's time for a holiday. Staying in an Italian villa and working as lifeguards to pay off the room seems like the perfect getaway. That is until their night of freedom takes a wrong turning. Lost in Italy without their money and essentials, the couple are lost, homesick and a tiny bit aggravated. But where you have Hunter and Andy, you also have hours worth of arguments, bets and accidental detours. Not to mention the oh-so helpful advice from their dance troop and friends. Forget fighting as a member of a gang, getting back to their villa in one piece is going to be their biggest challenge yet. Badboy Isn't my Type spin off. Bad Boy Isn't My Type doesn't have to be read, this is also a stand alone novel.

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April Evans: Your average teenage girl, living a regular, boring life. Lame and socially awkward with a witty and sarcastic sense of humor that she prefers to keep to herself. Aiden Knight: 18, likes to get drunk and high, a new girl every night, has a heart of stone, and is a player and total jerk. What happens when two complete opposite come together by mistake? A messed up, weird, wacky, opposites don't attract, kidnapping is the best first way to meet and werewolf-human clash kinda thing... All rights reserved, copyright, owned by IICupcakeII Cover made by TheFirstWhistler :D

When Greyson makes a drunken bet with his best friend Chase that he can make Jasmine fall in love with him by the end of the year he doesn't realise what he's getting himself into. To begin with Jasmine has glasses, braces and never wears makeup. But pretty soon Greyson realises that Jasmine is different to who she says she is. Maybe he can get this bet to work, he can transform her into one if them, get his kiss then forget about it. He just has to make sure he doesn't fall for the girl he never thought he would love.