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

Being cheated on is the worst feeling ever. When I called my best friend Kyrn and told her what happened between me and Brett, she came over straight away. I always told her that I wished I would find a man that would love me and not just want sex all the time like most guys do. It turns out, that I would be getting my wish tonight. Tonight was the night that my best friend and I were kidnapped from my house by sexy Greek god kidnappers. Highest ranking: #1 in Werewolf

Maybe it was the way his eyes were so brown you thought they were black. Or maybe it was the way he watched everyone, with his head slightly tilted forward and his left hand tense. Or maybe it was how he leaned against the wall, slightly away from everyone but still considered there. But I think it was the way his lips wrapped around the filter of the cigarette perfectly and his cheeks sucked in, to show slightly more of his striking chiseled jaw, and how the smoke seemed to stay around his face slightly longer then necessary, as if it didn't want to leave him. I fell in love with the way he smoked his cigarettes.

These arent the kinda poems where people are gonna find answers to their problems. These are my questions.