My mother hates me. The only way I, Nica can get out is if I find my mate. Little did I know it turned out i have mates. S, plural, let me break it down for you... it means more than one, twins in fact, who are heir to thrones, of the werewolf world. Soon to be kings of the of the werewolf world. I am not bragging, this is going to be hard. (This Not edited) Sequel to this book is in the making called Emerald Avalon Rain.

ATTENTION: This is the SECOND book of my Vampire's Pet series and cannot be read as a stand alone book. ~~~ I thought that my life had ended the day I got purchased by a blood thirsty monster. I thought that the rest of my life was going to be nothing but constant fear and suffering. But I couldn't have been more wrong. What I found was something much different. Something that I didn't even know I was looking for let alone wanted. What I found was a new beginning. A new beginning with the one I cared most for. ~~~ Cover by: @aculeasis

Twin Flame [ twin fl-ey-m ] Noun 'Two people who were split into different bodies but share the same soul.' "You and George may look identical, but you're my twin flame, Weasley" Character rights belong to j.k. rowling. Under editing.

"You're quite skilled in the area of excuses, aren't you Ellie Darling." "Don't you two get any ideas." "The ideas are already flowing, El!" *Goblet of Fire* *Book 2* *Fred Weasley*

Everyone acts differently around me... Why? Everyone talks seriously with me... Why? Everyone hates me... Why? Because I am different Because I am strange Because I am me That's why. Charlie Weasley love story #I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY IMAGES OR MUSIC YOU MAY FIND* {I AM NOT FOLLOWING A LOT OF THE BOOK! I HAVE CHANGED SOME PARTS!} Enjoy x

A mere peasant in our kingdom, that's who I am. I never once imagined a higher prestige of living, despite being poverty-stricken but not near beggarly. Above and beyond, I held contentment with my life and valued what it offers. Because I, Elizabeth, an unwavering carrier of hope, a believer in the inherent worth of living, and a person with no more than less, have no more than much as well. I lived a provincial life with my sweet uncle to take care of me, but the moving world I was once taking turned upside down when I surrendered myself in the arms of an obsessive, royal-blooded maniac; the King. .................. "I beg of you, spare the life of my uncle and I'll come with you. As you ordered!" I pleaded, disregarding the ground of snow where I knelt becoming stained by the stream of my tears. "Elizabeth, no! Please, I beg you, Hide!" "I'm sorry, uncle," I uttered, trying to look at the poor man, brutally restricted, hopelessly struggling to get his ties out. But surrendering is all I could offer to save him. My gaze shifted and landed on the monster in front of me. "Take me wherever you want, my king. Just please, leave my uncle be." He knelt in front of me and wiped my tears using his hands. "At last, you showed. I'll take you home, to our home. Hush." I felt the dark presence of the King as he emitted those words that became my prison. It numbed my heart from the vast and all too powerful realization that he wasn't going to take me home, he was forcing me to leave it.

*SEQUEL to I Am Bree* **Copyrighted** His hand snatched my wrist out of the air, tugging it. With my momentum, I slammed right into him, but I went fighting, my free fist pummeling his stomach. He grabbed the hand and pushed me backwards, keeping the space small between us. I was too angry to notice anything until my back hit the wall. "Look at me." His voice rumbled right above me, barely more than a whisper. "Don't tell me what to do!" I kicked at him, continuing to struggle as fiercely as I could. "Look at me." He said again. "Like hell." I kicked him in the shin, but he didn't even flinch and closed the space between us entirely so I could barely move. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you think of me." He growled. I looked up at him, panting heavily from my anger. "I said: don't tell me what to do." I ground out. "You don't have the right to talk to me that way." He moved back slightly. "That's right." A strange glint appeared in his eyes. "Think hard on this right now, Bree, and remember it the next time someone else tries to talk to you like that." I had never heard him speak so seriously and with such conviction. "What is wrong with you?" I snapped. "You did that on purpose." The corner of his lip lifted gently in the hint of an arrogant smirk. *I couldn't find the original creators for the pictures I used to make my cover, but all the credit goes to them!!*

☾☀︎︎☽❤︎ 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 ꧂☕︎︎✍︎︎❦ Marilyn March is the middle sister of the March family. Everyone likes her, but often forgotten as most middle children are. When she meets Laurie, she automatically loves him. But no one really gets a happy ending, do they? -------- Disclaimer: Most of the plot doesn't belong to me. It's belongs to Louisa May Alcott and/or Greta Gerwig Copyright @March,2020 -------- November 23rd, 2020: 2nd in #littlewomen September 5th, 2021: 2nd in #laurie December 18th, 2020: 1st in #MegMarch December 30th, 2020: 1st in #theodorelaurence

❛ Look, here at her stupid hopes! Look, here's her dumb soft heart! ❜ Little Women / Theodore Laurence. ( I wrote this book back in 2019 when I was 13 years old, so PLEASE keep that in mind when you read it. The writing is not good ).

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 growing up can be extremely painful. (theodore 'laurie' laurence) [little women] 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳