Easton was Luna's closest friend until a family tragedy tore them apart. Five years later, a mysterious invitation brings them back together - and Luna's life will never be the same. ***** It's been five years since a deadly fire took the lives of Luna's parents and Easton's father-destroying Luna and Easton's friendship in the process. Now, Luna's looking forward to a brighter future. But when she encounters Easton at a party, she discovers that although she's come to terms with her past, Easton's is tearing him apart. As Luna tries to help Easton heal, she soon realizes that her past and her future might be more intertwined than she thought. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Years before his birth, it was prophesised that his soul would never be whole, that his heart would never beat in rhythm to his other half. Micajah was born with a dark soul, a soul that was corrupt. A soul that was more wolf than human. A soul incomplete. Nothing but an imperfect creation that walks earth. He will never have a true mate. When his turn to rule the wolf kingdom arises, after the death of his mother, he is forced to choose a female that has already been rejected from her true mate. Alongside his rise to the throne, the wolf kingdom begins to tear itself apart. An uprising begins. No one wants a creature, hated by the Moon Goddess herself, to rule. Even if he is the only royal heir by blood. Even if it is what tradition dictates. A male more beast than man, can never yield humanity, let alone love. But humanity can be learnt, and love seizes all - even those with corrupt souls.

| a true story about a boy who hides his pain behind his smile and a girl determined to see it | - FREE story with paid Exclusive Chapters and Writer Reveals - Twice Featured - Taylor Ming is trying to cope with the aftermath of her twin brother's suicide, and her depressed mother and avoidant father aren't really helping. With one of her friends' self-harming while another deals with a chronically ill boyfriend, being diagnosed with Diabetes and forced to use insulin thrice a day is Taylor's worst nightmare. When she catches the school's golden boy Shane Gray popping pills in a bathroom, then, Taylor is sure she's in a living hell. Is he depressed? Is he using drugs? She's afraid of losing more people and strikes a deal with Shane. He'll tell her if he ever has the urge to hurt himself and she'll keep his secret. What neither of them knows, however, is that he's already hurting himself without knowing it. And Shane's life is falling apart quicker than Taylor's. Because life isn't black and white and, sometimes, seeing gray can make all the difference. Warning: The story talks about suicide, self-harm, drug use, and mental health problems which may be triggering for some readers.

Love is Sacrifice. ❝ I don't love you and I never will, because I love someone else ❞ Ian said to Alison, his brows touched together as he looked at his wife. ❝ Who is she?❞ Alison asked as calmly as she could trying her best to keep her demeanor straight, trying very hard not to break down in front the man she has loved her entire life. ❝ Ashley, your sister❞ Ian said, almost inaudibly. His heart racing, eyes swimming with guilt. He looked at the woman he married again when she didn't reply for a long while only to find her staring at him with a blank expression. Her eyes so hollow that it made a pang of ache go through his heart. ❝ I'll help you win her over ❞Alison replied after a long while of silence, her complete life was turned upside down in a matter of second. Who would've thought that she would be having this conversation with the man she love, the man she was married to. 'I'll help him do so till he have her in his arms. I will do it even if it means I have to sacrifice my love for him.' She thought to herself. *** Join the journey of Ian and Alison, filled with mystery and love. This is my first official book on wattpad so please excuse my typos. *** (1st Draft) Published: October 26th, 2016 Complete : December 31st, 2017 *** Copyright © Aastha Mishra 2016