She is a feline, a hybrid; a girl capable of shifting into a black lion, a white tiger, a cheetah and a saber tooth tiger. She's wilder, stronger and tougher than all of these felines mixed together. She does not remember her family. She has no Pride nor does she belong to one. And she's constantly on the run because of other shape shifter's and supernatural races. So, what does she do when she finds out she is the mate of the King of the Werewolf race? And when Lucifer himself tells her she is his Queen? What will she do? Will she stay with the King, with Lucifer, or with her race? *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This is my disclaimer to the reader. This book is embarrassing to me ok. I have to edit this a lot and I haven't had the time to do so. Read at your own risk and don't bring negativity. Lots of love my sweetie. -Laura.

(COMPLETED) There were creatures in this world lurking behind the shadows, unseen and unrelenting. But among them, standing proud and mighty were nine angels known as 'Amaranths'. Being the only white-winged Amaranth, Nine was deemed special. Forced to be confined within the walls of their fortress, she only had one friend, a human boy. He named her 'Callie'. She called him 'Zeke'. For eight whole years, everything was perfect... until the night he disappeared. Compelled to know the reason, Nine found herself accepting a deal just to become a human. Little did she know that it would be biggest mistake she had ever made. Because the guy who greeted her was not anymore her best friend, but a cold heartless Alpha whose hands were tainted with blood. In a world full of lies and secrets, what if love was not enough? This is a story of a selfless love and how a simple choice lead the fates of two people to be changed forever.

Life as a were-cat isn't an easy one...living amongst a pride of were-cats as the runt is unbearable. Meet Christina, a were-cat who's looked down upon by her pride because of the simple fact that she exists. Forced to be the runt of her pride, she dreams of a life on her own, running and roaming free, just to do as she pleases. Is it possible to free herself from her pride? And when she does, can she remain free, or does she have to fight her way to her freedom?

A group of young adults must stop an evil god from creating an apocalypse by merging dimensions into one. Mia, Cleo(her sister), Anujin, Lance, Joey, Sophia, Aalia, and Kendrick will face many challenges, encounter weird, never seen before, creatures, determine who is an ally and who is foe, and cross to astonishing new dimensions to stop the creature from destroying everything. Will they survive?

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.