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"What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about!" I cried as I tried to make sense of the conversation. "What's wrong about you is everything!" I was silent as I stared forward. What...? There's nothing wrong with me... "You are the only one who isn't like us!" He snapped, motioning towards an onlooking group of kids who seemed interested. "You, are straight up USELESS!" "B-but-" "Don't give me that trash!" Bryan yelled angrily, obviously frustrated and angry. "You can't do anything right! You can't even stand up for you're stupid self!" He yelled, gaining the attention of onlookers who only stared, some even laughed. 


"Am I really useless?" That was the question I had asked myself for six years now, ever since the bastard Bryan had to shove it all into my face. I saw him as a friend, I saw him as someone I trusted... It's clear now. Nobody can be trusted. Not even those who claim to 'help save me'. Nobody can.All Rights Reserved

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Jesse's Redemption (manxman /werewolf || #lgbt) by notbackingdown

Sequel to Want You Back. ******** For every action, there's a reaction. Too bad Jesse learned the hard way. His actions, his careless words, took something precious from his family. Broke his family. Is there any way to redeem himself? He doesn't believe so. But he does everything he possibly can to make up for what he's done. **** Being Eric Moore Hardcore Pornstar. That was easy. I knew what was expected of me. Then everything changed. Changes, things I don't understand. Questions I couldn't answer. Then there's Jesse. My mate. But how can I be a mate when I don't have a wolf. I mean I'm not sure if I did. Why don't I have a connection like everyone else. I wish everyone would forget I did the special things. It's not like I liked it. I just didn't want to be punished. I wish I wasn't a kid trapped in a grown up's body. I wish Jesse would love me. I wish he didn't hate himself. Wishes upon wishes. Will they ever come true?

Runaways- Runaways 1 by _silverlining_98

"Hey, who are you?" I could tell he wasn't trying to scare him off while still trying to establish the fact that we could hurt him if we wanted to. "I was gonna ask you the same question," he replied. "But since to beat me to it, I'm Eli. I'm just a seventeen-year-old kid out here alone. Y'all seem to be in the same situation." His southern accent was thick but definitely not South Carolinian. It sounded more like he was from Alabama or Mississippi. "True. For how long?" "Four weeks. I ran away because of...circumstances," he said, trailing off on the last word. "Prove to us you're not dangerous," Marcus threatened. "Prove to me you're not dangerous," Eli countered. "I don't even know your names." "Fine. I'm Marcus, that's Peyton, Luke, and Aaliyah," he answered, gesturing toward each of us as he spoke. I could tell he didn't trust the guy, but he seemed good enough. He hadn't said anything to make us distrust him, but he also hadn't said anything to make us trust him. "Look, dude, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm looking for something a friend told me about a few weeks ago. She said there was a whole network of teens out here, but there's a camp somewhere in Florida that gives them a place to stay. Secret, of course, and run by teens, but anyway, it seems safer than being out here and living off the land." "Wait, you mean there are more of us?" I asked. ☁ Three teenagers find themselves rejected by their families after they're all unexpectedly outed on the same night. With the help of their friend, they head to the streets in search of freedom and acceptance. Along the way they meet another boy, and there's more to him then they could have ever guessed. Follow each of them as they discover who they are, who they love, and more of their country's secrets than they could ever dream of in a thrilling trilogy told from all five points of view.

Fighting Fate by greymornings333

"Do you realise that every cell in my body is screaming for me to sink my teeth into your neck?" I struggled agaisnt him, pushing at his chest. "Stop," I snarl. He just pushed me harder into the wall and kept going, "mark you, just so I can feel where you are all the time." "Ben." I growled in warning. "I can hear your heartbeat picking up when I'm in the room, do you have any fucking clue how much I want to rip your clothes off, suck your skin?" "Ben!" I cried, my voice rising, I didn't want to hear this. "And you know why?" "Ben!" I all but yelled, praying for him to shut it. "Because we're mates. We're mates Carrie. That's why. And I'm resisting every natural instinct I have every secound I'm around you." Carrie Stewart is determined. Determined, not only to complete her mission, something she has been training for her entire life, but also to ensure her mission's total success. So when this head strong, snarky, sarcastic wearwolf realises her Sister's new fiance is her mate, she is determind to resist the bond at absolutely all costs. she will not yield to the connection . Her family comes first, even if he is the best thing for her. She's stubborn like that. Lots of twists, turns, some kidnapping, fairy queens, witches, alot of almost dieng, sexual tension, love triangles and one headstrong, impulsive, sarcastic wolf named Carrie. 4TH PLACE WINNER OF FALLEN ANGEL YOUNG ADULT AWARDS 2019!!! (Previously called the Glidden Crest)

Obsession Started in a Crisis: Slashers x Female Reader by poison-ny

I was taking a late night stroll through my neighborhood. I felt the cold wind blowing lightly in my face as I put the hood to my jacket over my head. I stop walking to take my phone out my small backpack that I carried with me and checked the time, 12:06am. My phone dies as I look at the time. "I should start heading home, it's getting really late" I say as I put my phone back into my bag. I look up to see a group of 5 guys who happen to be from my school. 'Oh shit', I thought to myself. These guys always caused me trouble before school was out. I started walking the other way to avoid them noticing me but just as I started walking away, "Oh look guys, it's that girl. Y/N" "Fuck" I said under my breath. I turned around facing them, "Hey guys, I was just going. I'll be on my way now" I say nervously. The one in the middle was named Liam the others were named Chris, Jacob, Jake, and Asher. I guess you could say that Liam is the "leader" of the group because they do whatever he says and seem a bit afraid of him. As I turned around to start walking again I felt a grab and pull on my arm. A fiery like pain struck the part of my arm that was grabbed. "Ow fuck-" I was turned around to see Liam up close to me. He pushed me up against the gate that was blocking out the forest. "What are we gonna do with you" He says as the rest of his group walk up to us standing behind Liam with a shit eating grin on his face. I met these killers later in my life by fate

Sanity by MindahBlaze

Drifting through the days with her group of friends, Sammy only cared about escaping it all with the help of casual sex, drugs, and alcohol until she met Brett. He swept her away, and the werewolf world consumed her. Partying took a backseat to the passion and danger filled life as an alpha's mate took over. Suddenly she finds herself struggling with what is real. "Hello Samantha. Do you remember me?" His voice rang in my brain clear and deep. I nodded my head, shock covering my face. Noticing it he reassured me, "Don't be afraid. You know me, my voice. Listen and breathe. You are safe with me." He kept talking to me in my mind. Focusing on the voice I almost didn't realize he was sifting back into his human form. "Brett?" I questioned him aloud. "Yes." He answered simply. "We must go, follow me." "Where are we going?" "Trust me. You are safe." He held out his hand, and I broke eye contact. Looking down at his hand I noticed his naked skin. His body tensed; it was as if he could sense my attraction the instant I felt it. "I'm sorry." I said looking away as I realized I had been starring. "It isn't anything to be embarrassed about. It's an animal instinct. It's natural. Humans only suppress it because they think it's rude. It isn't." He didn't say it like he was bragging but instead with a reassuring confidence about him. "It's actually extremely attracting when a female shows arousal outright." I was shocked; he described me like a lioness in heat. Almost as if my attraction to him was a sign saying 'come get me.' It made me extremely uncomfortable.

Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing] by Sunmeee

'Idiot.' 'Douche bag.' 'Dumbass.' 'Jer---' 'WILL YOU STOP HOVERING!' His grating voice snapped me out of my rant. I glanced behind me, looking for the unfortunate person the idiot was yelling at. There was no one else in the room. I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one else in the room. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him, realization dawning on me. 'You can see me!' I gasped. It wasn't a question. It was statement of disbelief but that didn't stop the idiot from replying. 'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you.' He muttered sarcastically. 'You can see me!' I screamed in amazement, too distracted to realize he insulted me. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!' 'I think we've already established that baby doll.' He rolled his eyes. His condescending tone coupled with the patronizing look that had "you are crazy" written all over it was enough to snap me out of the temporary state of euphoria. __________________ Four little words. Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years. Someone could see me. He could see me! Now I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse. Piece of cake.

Mated by AlexaPhoenix23

I thought I could hide forever, but fate had other plans. I can't remember what it feels like to be happy. I'm sure I felt it long ago, back when I thought I was in love. Great husband, great job, great life. Great big lie. At least, that is what my life has turned into now - a series of lies to hide the fact that I am not who I appear to be. The lies keep me hidden and safe... for now. Surely, my ex-husband would never think to look for me in this sleepy little town. As I settle into my new life, I'm afraid it won't be forever. Could I really give up my job and best friend to go back on the run? Then, I meet Hunter and my world flips upside down. One night of passion is all I can offer, but he wants more. That's the last thing I need, yet I find myself craving what I can't have. I can't deny this intense attraction that keeps pulling us together like a magnet, and he's not going to take no for an answer. My heart fills with hope, but it only takes a moment for it to shatter. I'm not the only one keeping secrets, and Hunter's are even bigger than my own. A single mistake is all it takes for me to put his life at risk, and sooner or later my web of lies is going to catch up to me. With everything spiraling out of control, I can only be sure of one thing... my life will never be the same. If you like paranormal romances with fated mates, intense conflict, and Alpha Heroes, you'll love Mated. Recommended for readers 17+

Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Don't Fudging Say Mate! by Dannii16x

"Luce, I need to tell you something" Jax said in a soft voice. "Oh no you don't! You say a word and I will send my panda-corns to maul you!" I threatened because I knew what he wanted to tell me and I didn't want to hear it. I never wanted to hear it. "Panda-corns? Seriously Luce" he laughed. I just shrugged and turned to walk away. The chocolate cake I knew was in the fridge was calling to me and I intended on answering its calls. My mouth watering at the thought. But before I managed to move two steps away, an arm grabbed my shoulder and I shuddered from the sparks that erupted through my body. "Luce. I'm your..."Jax began. But before he could say that one word I despised I tore from his grasp screaming "For Narnia!" before bolting out the back door. So I'm Lucille Sanders and I'm not your average 18 year old girl. Because well I guess you could say I was a little insane. Oh and I may happen to be a werewolf but who really cares about that? I may also have a mate. Eww the word even tastes foul in my mouth. But I don't care about that either. I don't want a mate. Because to have a mate is to give your heart to one guy and that's more dangerous than a game of Russian Roulette. So yeah I don't ever want to hear someone say mate to me. So yeah follow my story to see exactly how I try to play hide and seek with fate and hide from the one guy who's bound to just fudging say "Mate!"

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Jesse's Redemption (manxman /werewolf || #lgbt)

Sequel to Want You Back. **** For every action, there's a reaction. Too bad Jesse learned the hard way. His actions, his careless words, took something precious from his family. Broke his family. Is there any way to redeem himself? He doesn't believe so. But he does everything he possibly can to make up for what he's done. Being Eric Moore Hardcore Pornstar. That was easy. I knew what was expected of me. Then everything changed. Changes, things I don't understand. Questions I couldn't answer. Then there's Jesse. My mate. But how can I be a mate when I don't have a wolf. I mean I'm not sure if I did. Why don't I have a connection like everyone else. I wish everyone would forget I did the special things. It's not like I liked it. I just didn't want to be punished. I wish I wasn't a kid trapped in a grown up's body. I wish Jesse would love me. I wish he didn't hate himself. Wishes upon wishes. Will they ever come true?