Sometimes, we just don't appreciate those people who really care for us until they leave us or until we lose them. Then, it would be too late for regrets. Outer beauty doesn't matter; it's the inner one that counts. It's better to tell someone how much you love them now rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them. Love is when we fight till the very last minute just to show and tell someone how much we love them to live life without regrets. -LOVE FAITH DESTINY...

As a weak and powerless human, Eve was never meant to survive. Through a series of miracles, she finds herself taken in by werewolves. But she doesn't realize her true power - not until destiny calls and she is faced with two choices: run, or fight to save her pack against the darkest magic. ***** Adopted by an Alpha couple to raise as their own, Eve grew up in a world of wolves. Though she was once abandoned and alone, she is now surrounded by family from two of the most powerful werewolf packs. She has the unwavering love of her parents, the Alpha and Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, and inexplicably, also the protection of Zachary Stone, the cold but devastatingly handsome Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. Eve never thought she would truly become one of them, as she is no werewolf, but when she discovers her true identity and starts seeing visions, she realizes that the fate of everyone she loves may lie in her hands. Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains violence. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Lily Taylor

WARNING!!! MATURE content for 18 years old and above!!! If you're an INNOCENT or NOT AN OPEN-MINDED reader, please refrain from reading this story! What if you forgot everything that all you could do is to depend on someone who's claiming to be your husband? Angelique 'Angela' Novell woke up one day and her memories were gone. Hunter introduced himself as her husband and even showed her a copy of their marriage certificate. At first, she was doubtful about him but she couldn't help but to trust him as he appeared to be a loving and caring husband. But what if all their happy moments were just a product of deception and lies? Just a fake paradise.... Cover by: findinghumanity

Pharm keeps having nightmares he can't comprehend or trace where it all began. He meets a man who he quickly develops feelings for but he has this strange feeling that he knows him from somewhere. Will Fate let this love blossom this time? COMPLETED

Fluke Pongsatorn, a freshmen student...aspiring to be an actor...or maybe an actress? He is the bitch, the flirt, the foul mouth, with his angelic innocent face. What could probably go wrong when he stumbled upon an empty corridor and a mysterious P' talking behind one of the stone pillar? All Fluke wants is love and attention and the mysterious P' looks promising to him to be his new apple not the eye but apple of his ears. Two different personalities Two different belief And one empty corridor ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« PREVIEW: I sigh-so deep before looking at the endless empty corridor. "Fuck!" I hissed under my breath before marching towards the third pillar but choosing not to cross it. I choice not to see the person behind and chose to sit behind the pillar, "P' khrab-" I called out. What if he's a bad person? What if he doesn't want to be bothered? What if he is a scary P'? What if he will take advantage of me? What if? "I will just sit behind you na khrab P' so that I won't bother you," I informed him while leaning comfortably on the cold stone pillar. I am really in foul mood now and I would rather stay here than face other people, "Since when?" the most manly voice I heard in my life. I got chills with those two words. I can't help but chuckled with my sudden reaction, "I know that P' is always here na khrab but I am too stubborn going here every day-but P'-can you let me off the hook? I am-really upset right now na khrab," not only upset but also disappointed to myself for still feeling bad after hearing the truth, I've been hearing those words coming from many people-people who also became close to me but hearing it again today-it shattered my soul one more time. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈«

Even though tharntype series are over the hangover of series still remained so the story continues on my own... hope you will love it.

Team a freshman from T-University,who like to painting,taking picture and loves playing with water but didn't know how to swim. Team friends with Pharm and Mannow. When Team were talking with Pharm,they heard a screaming and Mannow screaming too. Team felt startled but calm down after Pharm pat his back then Team looked at who it was who made all the girls screaming loudly,Team didn't know who he was and why girls were crazy about him and his friends until one day,everything changed because of Team meeting with that man #don't know how to desc this story:'(

[Copyright © 2014] In 1943, Charlotte Truly is a nineteen-year-old American nurse serving in World War II. The oldest of four daughters, Charlotte is mostly a shy and reserved girl who keeps to herself. But when Charlotte meets William McCaden, an injured soldier on leave whom she'd briefly met when she was seventeen, she finds herself falling inexplicably in love. When Will is shipped overseas to Nazi-occupied France to fight in a deadly combat mission, Charlotte and Will have only their letters to keep each other close... but in the midst of war, how can love possibly survive? ----- DISCLAIMER: This work was written when I, Raine the author, was 14 years old (circa 2014) and is a FIRST DRAFT. Certain aspects of this story are highly problematic and should rightfully be called out. Please do bear in mind, however, that the entirety of what you see here was written (unedited) by a 14-year-old girl. Now, I as a 20-year-old writing student am fully aware of my mistakes and would like to apologize profusely for them. They are not reflective of my present character by any means and I can assure you that I FULLY condemn the slut-shaming, misogyny, white saviorism, racism, and the general oversimplification of vastly complex themes and historical contexts you might see in Yours Truly (2014). As much as I would like to chalk it all up to being a sign of the times (the very backwards 1940s), I understand now how I should have handled this particular time period with more tact and discretion. Especially with how I recklessly portrayed the horrific racial climate of the 1940s American South. Again, I am very sorry and can wholeheartedly promise you that any later drafts of Yours Truly would 100% rework all of these themes and contexts with the utmost of consideration towards the communities they affect directly. Thank you. -Raine, Feb. 11/2021