1st DRAFT EDITION Disclaimer: I was 14 when I started and 15 when I finished this draft. It gets better towards the end, but by the time of-age characters seemed appropriate to me, this book was long since complete and I was already working on a second draft. For everyone's sake, in this draft, just figure they're 18. (Because istg im this close to offing marley with how much crap I'm still getting over their ages. I was that age when I wrote it. At the time it felt far more inappropriate to write about anyone older than 15.) Copyright © 2014 by Kira Greer All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Under certain circumstances, e.g. as in fanfic, the original author may allow use of characters, settings, etc. with expressed written permission so long as the work is non-commercialized, garners no monetary gain, and proper credit is given at the beginning of said work. Should circumstances change, the said work must be ceased from distribution and not be made available to the public.

Her life was perfect. Her father was the Alpha of the Pack of bones and she was next. People admired her. Everything was great. Why did things have to change? Wattpad deleted some of the chapters so please bear with me, I'm trying to get them back up

Alexandra Halsey is an ordinary girl with ordinary friends. She doesn't feel complete and fully happy, maybe because she always lack the love of her long gone mother. Also she has been in love with the one person she could never have. What will happen when one night changes her whole life?

'The boundary between Life and Death are at best, shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends and the other begins?' Cursed by the moon and trained to the bone, Athena was the perfect assassin. With every kill she made, her emotions disappeared, further succumbing to the life of a killer. With the blood of the beast, she determines everyone through their blood; the stench of it defines them as what they are - be it human or another, target or foe, innocent or pretentious liars. Her strength increases with each passing hour, slowly losing herself to the thrill of the hunt and the life of a killer. All was perfect until she made a mistake - one that almost cost her very life. Unexpectedly, she retained her life from the courtesy of Michelle Harper, whose blood she cannot define. Will this unexpected turn of events change her stone cold heart? Or will she let herself be consumed by the scent of her blood?

Dulce Gavin, a 17 years old girl who doesn't like to watch TV accidentally met and helped a drop dead gorgeous teenager named Glace. They hit it off instantly, but soon lost contact. A week later, Glace turned up at Dulce's school and ended up as her seatmate. The catch? Glace is a Hollywood celebrity who is about to turn Dulce's normal life inside out. Follow these two girls as they discover love, friendship, and the value of family amidst popularity and high school life.

Andy wants to live a heterosexual life after both of her mom divorced 17 years ago but can she make it when a beautiful model and actress admitted her attractions to her? Love is in the air...

A 16 year old girl named Aubrey had just faced her best friend dying. But after her best friend died she met someone knew. Someone who she always wanted to be around. Until some twists and turns make everything fall apart. She'll go after what she wants. But is what she wants.. gay?

Addison "Addie" has spent some of her time getting in trouble. She is a very intelligent girl, but when it comes to messing with her, there's no turning back. Will any of the girls she meets along the way at her new school tame her? Will they calm her down? Or will Addie stay the same, because she has to deal with her mother being gone in the army? *** Copyright © 2012 by _rareleo. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of _rareleo. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

I sloshed through the rain,cursing at the noises I was making. A purple light whizzed through the air,hitting the tree to my left. I swerved to the right and slammed headfirst into a tree. Gods I hate this forest, my "HOME". I flipped up off the floor and started running again "You know we can't just let you leave,at least not alive",she responds.

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.