"Have you found her yet?!" a man sitting on chair asks impatiently. "No, my lord," the soldier says bowing his head. "Well what are you doing here then?" asks the man with anger. "Um- well." "Well are you going to answer or are you just going to stand there like a fool!" he says rudely. "Ah well you see. There are a lot of guards around her and we...the soldiers don't know how to get past all of them without being seen." "So make a plan. I give you one job and you can't do it yourself. You should pity yourself!" the man says standing up abruptly making the chair fall. "Well we do have a plan, my lord." "Okay," the man says staring at the soldier, "Tell me!" he adds when the soldier stays quiet. "We were wondering if we could kill them all by making a trap." "Okay then kill them," the man says with no mercy. "Yes, my lord. We will leave tomorrow," the soldier says bowing his head and leaves. ______________________________ When Arielle gets kidnapped by her mate, she is introduced to a completely new world that changes her life forever. A mate that is the strongest guard werewolf alive. The one that everybody fears. The one that has Arielle as a mate. Against her will, Arielle is taken away from her world and thrown into another world. A world where everything she imagined was real. A world where people into turned into beasts that could not be controlled. But one day Arielle meets people that she shouldn't have; people that have been after her for years. What happens when she discovers things that she shouldn't have? What happens when old wounds are opened, betrayal is played and love is found? Witches - Check Vampires - Check Cliché with a twist - Check Action - Check Like the sound of that then why not try the book? Werewolf #15 and Fantasy#615

Three things happened simultaneously: the beer bottle dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor, my father let out a deep, throaty chuckle, and his hand had struck me across the face. I put my hand on the spot he had just hit and felt the heat and sting of the impact. I looked down at the broken beer bottle, still holding my hand on my cheek, and I felt a heavy boot kick into my waist. I fought back tears and stayed silent. After a few moments, I heard the footsteps retreating and the sound of a door slamming shut. When I was sure he was gone, I looked away from the broken bottle, and tears welled up in my eyes. I never showed my weaknesses to my father, happiness was the last thing I wanted to give him. After a few minutes, I pulled myself off the floor and slowly approached my dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer and moving some socks out of the way. I pulled out a long blade, and with trembling hands, slid it across my wrist, adding to the collection of scars. I began to quietly sing a familiar tune that seemed to comfort me in times like this: “Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes it harder, and the tears stream down my face. If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time…” My voice trailed off and I drifted to sleep.

Rosalie Hendrix can't speak, or hear. Anything at all. This is the result of a tragic accident 2 years ago, and she's still coping with. When she gets a job as the makeup artist touring with One Direction, she's excited, because she's able to finally travel, and do everything she's wanted to. But..will her handicap get in the way of her future? Or will a boy in the band help her realize that anything is possible, and you don't need to be 'perfect' to be loved.