DISCLAIMER: This story is completed, however it is unedited. I wrote this story when I was very young, and it is reflected in the work. If you are looking for the edited version of Love, Emma as seen on my Instagram or Facebook, this is NOT it. . . . . . . . . . . "E-Emma? It's okay y-you know. I-I'm used to i-i-it." "You shouldn't have to be, some people disgust me, the nerve of them." "I can't blame t-t-th-them, I m-mean l-l-l-look at m-me." He sounds so defeated, even though I can tell he's trying to hide it, so hurt and broken and utterly defeated. And that, to me, is absolutely heartbreaking. Whipping around, he bumps into me, clearly not expecting my abrupt stop. "I am looking at you, and you're beautiful Nathan Walker, beautiful." There's tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat the size of a basketball, and my eyes are burning, and my heart hurts but it's so fast, pounding a beat against my chest---because he should know. People like Nathan deserve to be told how unequivocally, unconditionally, completely beautiful they are. . . . . . . . . . . Emma Dawn is a sixteen year old girl in the big city of Toronto who befriends her school's social pariah, Nathan Walker. Outcast for his looks, Nathan's a very quiet, very gentle, giant, but everything's not that simple; the tough guy one might assume him to be is nothing like what he actually is, not with his stutter, continuous insecurities, and his social anxiety. While their friendship develops, both at school and at his families Italian-style Cafe, Emma slowly starts to tear down his walls, finding herself deeply caring for the boy she finds behind them---a boy so caught up in his life's worth of ridicule, he has no idea of how beautiful he is. Read on into the story of Emma and Nathan, where she helps him come to terms with his anxiety, breaks his insecurities, and every other social standard set to define something beautiful. . . . . . . . . . .

1 month ago i found a dog in the middle of the street. 1 month ago, he became my best friend. 1 month ago, he became my closest companion. My amigo, my partner in crime, the furry animal that slept in my bed every. single. night. Once known as, my dog, dexter, has turned into a, very, very attractive boy named Shawn Last night, he became my "Mate". Whatever that means. And here's the funniest part. I'm human. THERE IS A HELL TON OF GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES. I started this book younger than what most ya'll think so if there's more grammar mistakes in the beginning deal with it cause I'm in the process of fixing it. This will more than likely be rewritten. SKSKSSKKSKS DONT READ THIS ANYMORE ITS SO BAD WAIT FOR ME TO REWRITE IT Text copyright © Gabyree02 ™ 2014-2015

Madison porter was in a relationship with a mobster but things went left when she found him in bed with a random blond . Devastated. She moved far away . He kept eyes on her until he decided to dip his toe in the accountability pool. Until they ran into each other in a new city ... will she forgive him? Or will she give him the cold shoulder...

She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.

Excerpt: "My smirk dimmed as I literally watched the door being ripped off its hinges. "Oh shit." I squeaked. Parker's golden eyes, meaning his wolf was in charge, scanned my naked, wet body up and down with a slight smile on his face. "Finally." he groaned, then pulled his pants and boxers off in one fluid motion." ~~~ A orphan werewolf gone rogue works for an elite hierarchy of werewolf alphas. During the Vamp-Were Wars, which they are in the heat of right now, the elite alpha group is hiring Burgundy Harlow, our "friendly" little professional vampire assassin. She moves in with this elite group of alphas so that they can give her direct instructions on the killing of which vampires, and so on and so forth. She has no hope of ever meeting her mate until she meets the son of one of these powerful alphas **VERY MATURE CONTENT**

Mathias glowers at me with those dull, yet bright eyes and all I can do is glare back at him. The air around us crackled with electricity and a raging fire from the pit of my stomach licked the back of my throat. I was ready to spit flames at him, scorch the smug smile off his face and leave him to burn like he does me. Instead I don't get the chance. His soft lips capture mine and I know I'm fighting a losing battle. Extended summary inside HR: #4 in Witchcraft 8/23/18 #2 in Witchcraft 8/24/18 #4 in Werewolves 3/16/20 [EDITING] //I don't own any of the images found in the cover or aesthetics//

"I am giving you until your birthday to come to terms with the fact that I am your mate. You should also accept that you belong to me and I will mark you as soon as you come of age. I will make you my mate in every way before the new year comes. By January 1st, you will be marked, mated and you would have already conceived my child, the only thing that will be left to do is get married."

"Fuck, baby. You can't say things like that to me. I want to, also. Trust me." His hand snakes down my body until he enters two of his fingers into my wet center. I can only moan in response. "However," he kisses my neck possessively, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. "I need to build you up to that." He pushes his fingers in and out of me, hitting deeper and deeper as his strokes become longer and harder and faster. "You feel that? My fingers deep in your pussy that's dripping for me?" He licks the side of my neck as my breaths come out in short pants. "My dick is going to stretch you out so much more. When I finally fuck you, you're going to be sore for days. And you're going to love it." ---------- Thea Brooks, an 18-year-old college student, lives her life by a schedule. She has school, homework, her job at the Coffee shop where she drinks way too much caffeine to be healthy, and the rest of the time she is watching her little sister while her mother is at work. She thinks that everything will remain the same as she starts her college classes, but that all changes when a new friend of hers introduces her to an attractive guy that she can't seem to get out of her head. Grayson Dark, a 22-year-old Alpha of his pack, has been searching for his mate since he turned 16. All hope is lost until one of his pack mates strolls into his home with the most magnificent scent- his mate's scent. After only slightly maiming his pack mate, it is revealed that his mate is close by- and human. Without understanding the supernatural world existing around her, Thea will have to learn to look past Grayson's faults- mainly his possessiveness and anger issues- while staying out of danger from unknown threats and learning her place at Grayson's side. Oh... and keeping her grades up. How hard can that be?

MATE TRILOGY #1 | Being an orphan at the mere age of sixteen, Lyra Dane, with no place in the pack is faced with an ultimatum; to go Rogue or marry Alpha Gabriel. Although, not mated by destiny, Gabriel is determined to make Lyra his. Meanwhile, Alpha Alexander, leader of the largest pack, believes his existence is solely for the purpose of leading and protecting his pack. So what happens when he discovers that his mate is promised to none other than Alpha Gabriel- his exact enemy? MATE TRILOGY: 1. My Orphan Mate 2. My Luna Mate 3. My Eternal Mate Highest Ranking: #1 Short Story #2 Werewolf #13 Romance

"Get your hands off her. Or I will smear your fucking insides on these very walls" his eyes no longer shon the bright brown it always did. They no longer looked loving and amused like they were a few hours ago, they looked dead; his eyes were dead and his soul was too. He told me I shouldn't know what he was because If I knew I would run and the truth was he was right, I wanted to run as far away from here as possible. His fists clenched, his muscles tensed and his body shook to the point I knew he would lose his sanity if the man behind me was to say anything back to him. "Let me go or he'll kill you!" I hissed at the man behind me but he blanked me. "You're a mutt" he snapped and squeezed my breast which made me whimper "She is mine" That's when he lost his last bit of sanity. • • • #Book3 third and final book in the eternal series