{BOOK ONE IN: The Alpha's Trilogy} I'd never seen eyes quite like his. It's like they looked right into my soul. I could feel my body tensing as he walked closer. I knew if I could hear my heartbeat, everyone else could as well. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, extending my hand toward him. "Welcome to the Autumn Fall's Pack, I'm Alpha Silas. It's nice to finally meet you, Beta." *Ranked Top 10 in BXB** *Ranked Number 1 in Packs* -All Right Reserved -Mature

"What makes you think I'd want to go back after everything that happened? I've been here for months, and this place has actually grown on me. My life is here now." Oh, I know this game. I am the champion of this game- no contenders. She's not fooling anyone but herself. "So you won't mind then if I just left now?" I challenge. "Once I'm gone you're on your own. Are you willing to risk that?" "I am." The Cruel Prince fanfiction! Takes place after The Wicked King. Jude is exiled to the mortal world, forced out of her life and her home in Faerie. Will she be able to make sense of what was done to her and piece together the enormous puzzle before her? Or has she given up on everything entirely? These are not necessarily my exact predictions of where Queen of Nothing will pick up when it comes out next year, but there are elements to this story that I think could play a huge role in the third book in the series. And I'm obsessed with Jude and Cardan's dynamic, so I can't not write about them. I hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: Of course, everything belongs to the enchanting Holly Black.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

(Bxb) Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story. *** "You're so clueless, it bothers me." He frowned, "What does that mean-" "You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late." "My portfoli-" "There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away. Eric didn't. Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..." He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?" "I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about-" "I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand. Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out. "I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed. Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. "Why me?" he asked quietly. Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine." Jan 24. 2018 - 1k

Killian King; cold, distant, dominant, and possessive over what's his is top dog at school and known as the bad boy, so what happens when Finnick Green, the nerdy shy and socially awkward boy, trips into his life and creates an uproar that leaves his alpha wolf trembling.

a book compiled of short stories about simon snow and baz pitch and a million different ways they can fall in love. [requests are open!]

This is a compilation of Snowbaz oneshots that I've written. You'll figure out pretty quickly that it's about 96% fluff and cuddles. Thanks for reading!! :) ((none of the artwork is mine))

Baz is the son of Mr. Pitch, the CEO of Pitch Industries. Instead of focusing on his business studies like he knows he should, Baz spends his time at the local tennis club. He has an obsession with the polo shirts, the courts, the racquets, and even a new obsession with the boy who works at the coffee shop next door: Simon Snow. Simon is a hard-working student who hasn't decided on a major. He has decided that he's got a passion for coffee, tea, and scones, so he works at the local coffee shop. His life is boring until one day a certain customer with long hair and pale skin comes in, fresh off the court and ready to steal his heart: Baz. Ranked #1 in the snowbaz tag! (11/17/19) Ranked #1 in the carry tag! (12/15/19-12/23/19) Ranked #1 in the Bunce tag! (12/15/19) Ranked #1 in the carryon tag! (1/3/20)

All they have to do is live, but that is always harder than it seems. Rain Connelly has always been free to be himself, not that it did him any favours. Echo Diaz has always been pushed away because of who he is, and the pain is just as much. The two boys want each other so bad that it rips them apart on the inside, knowing they are just as dangerous to each other as they are to themselves. Neither want to reveal that first, seeing as they only just meant.