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Haven Mathie thought she was a normal girl…until her seventeenth birthday, when she discovers she can become a wolf. Frightened and confused, Haven goes to live with her aunt in Astoria. Once there, Haven meets someone who can help her understand her new ability—and unlock feelings in her she never expected.

Age Rating: 16+

 

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Summary

Haven Mathie thought she was a normal girl…until her seventeenth birthday, when she discovers she can become a wolf. Frightened and confused, Haven goes to live with her aunt in Astoria. Once there, Haven meets someone who can help her understand her new ability—and unlock feelings in her she never expected.

Age Rating: 16+

Original Author: Abigail Lynne

HAVEN

I was more than ready to accept change. I couldn’t wait for change.

After living in shame and embarrassment for months, I was all too willing to leave Pennsylvania and settle down in Oregon.

On my seventeenth birthday, I changed. Drastically. Not only was I now able to get a driver’s license but I also shifted into a wolf.

Four paws, fur, canines—the whole deal.

This sudden change in appearance not only scared my parents, it also drove them a little insane.

But then again, I imagine that watching your daughter turn into a wolf while blowing out her birthday candles would do some damage to anyone’s mental health.

My parents were eventually deemed unfit guardians, and were dragged off to the loony bin.

All because of me.

Being an only child meant I made the cross-country trip from Pennsylvania to Oregon alone.

I was going to live with my Aunt Sarah, my mother’s sister. She was an outgoing, successful lawyer in the peak of her career.

The last thing she needed was a screwed up she-wolf teen to deal with. If I were my aunt, I would’ve left me to rot in foster care.

But Aunt Sarah had a kind soul, and as much as it pained her, she was taking me in.

I watched as the tiny buildings grew larger as the plane got closer to the ground.

Before we were officially on solid earth, people around me started to shuffle and gather their things, a habit I found completely pointless and annoying.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a baby started to cry. People began to complain about sitting on the tarmac, and the person next to me started an agitated shuffling in his seat.

This would be a less painful experience for all of us if everyone could just shut up.

My wolf wasn’t making the situation any better. She was yearning to go for a run, to stretch her legs.

That was something I’ve been denying her ever since she’d scared the shit out of my parents.

She howled loudly, the sound echoing through my brain, sending a painful jab to the base of my skull. I gritted my teeth and rubbed my temples, willing her to be calm.

“—thank you for flying with us, we hope you had a good flight. Please wait for the stewardess to dismiss your row and have a nice day.”

The pilot’s voice boomed over the cabin's P.A. system and fell on deaf ears—everyone was too busy complaining to listen.

Finally, we were herded off the plane and out into the open airport.

I looked around for my aunt, my stomach gnawing with anxiety when I didn't see her after a few scans of the crowd.

I had only seen her in pictures, due to the distance between us, but I recognized her short black hair and creamy complexion when I spotted her.

I walked over to her slowly, trying to think of something appropriate to say, but coming up blank.

I’d just had an entire plane ride to think of something to say, but here I was, stuttering as I approached my only sane, living relative.

I shot her a small smile, trying not to seem like too much of a freak. My worries were squashed when, without saying a word, she grabbed my shoulders and dragged me into a hug.

“You poor thing,” she mumbled, hugging me tighter. “You’ve been through so much.”

The cover story back in Pennsylvania was that my parents had been attacked by a rabid animal, and were forever emotionally scarred.

The story was a little lacking in evidence, but it was the best lie I’d been able to come up with when child services asked.

Unfortunately, the first lie you tell is the one you have to stick with.

“Hey, Aunt Sarah, it’s nice to meet you,” I replied, awkwardly hugging her with one hand while holding my carry-on with the other.

“Oh Haven, dear. I hope your flight was okay and everything?”

I smiled and nodded, letting her tug me away to get my luggage.

I wanted to add something else, but my mouth gaped open like a fish as I floundered to think of something relevant to share.

“I decorated your room, but don’t be afraid to tell me if you hate it,” she continued. “I would hate to think you’d be trying to spare my feelings—we are family after all. If you don’t like what I’ve done with it then just tell me and we’ll get it fixed in a jiffy!”

I nodded numbly, still smiling as we settled into an almost comfortable silence. I turned on the radio before she could start overcompensating again.

The car ride from the airport to Aunt Sarah’s home wasn’t too long, just over an hour. I watched as the main city fell away until we entered a more modest-looking area.

It wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t as big as the city. It was a nice, medium-sized town.

Oregon was filled with forests, the outskirts of the town were surrounded by them.

My wolf didn’t mind that; in fact, she rejoiced.

Now we have somewhere to stretch our legs. Her voice echoed in my head. Well my voice—just more feral. I chose to ignore her and watched the trees flash past.

I couldn’t help but list the differences between Oregon and my home state. Already I was starting to feel the weight of homesickness, the uneasiness of it.

Finally, we turned onto my aunt’s street. The road had large maples on either side of the road.

Their age had made them tall and strong. Their branches hung over the street, twisting together and forming a sort of canopy over the road.

We passed a huge, mansion-type house that sat well beyond the tree line. When I asked Aunt Sarah who lived there she just shrugged.

“I don’t really know,” she said. “I see people come and go from the house, but no one is familiar. They keep to themselves.”

I decided to leave it at that.

Just down the street from the mansion was my Aunt Sarah’s house. It was by no means the size of the mansion, but it wasn’t exactly a shack either.

It was white, with dark brown shutters and trim. There was an elaborate garden that somehow managed to look both untamed and well kept at the same time.

It was the perfect house for a successful, single, suburban lawyer.

“Home sweet home!” Aunt Sarah sang as she pulled into the driveway.

I caught her looking at me from the corner of her eye and assumed she wanted to see my reaction to the house.

“Wow, what a beautiful garden!” I exclaimed, hoping it was enough. Aunt Sarah’s worried expression broke, and her whole face changed as she conjured a huge smile.

“I’m so glad you like it. Now, let’s get you settled in. You’ll want to rest before school tomorrow!”

I grimaced and got out of the car. I looked around again, my wolf prickling against the back of my skull as I eyed the trees behind the big house.

I fetched my bags from the trunk before following my aunt onto the porch.

School.

The very thought made my stomach clench in fear. The final few months of school last year had been humiliating.

It wasn’t long before everyone had found out about my parents, and I was immediately labelled as an outcast.

My own friends had abandoned me. I was the freak with the institutionalized parents.

“So, what do you think?” I broke free from my reverie and looked around, stunned.

The room was large, and painted a deep purple. There was a desk on one side, and a large window facing the street on the other.

A short staircase led to another spacious area containing a large bed with a gray comforter, a walk-in closet, bathroom and small balcony.

“Amazing,” I breathed, not having to feign my excitement. “It’s perfect, thank you!” I turned to my aunt and threw my arms around her, hugging her tightly—too tightly.

I wasn’t that adjusted to my new found strength and was caught off guard by her coughing. I let go immediately and stepped back, blushing.

“Sorry, I was excited. I was on the baseball team last year and it built up my arm muscles.” Lying was becoming a little too easy—not that my lies were improving in quality.

I didn’t want to lie to my aunt, not after she’d kindly dropped her single lifestyle to babysit her estranged niece.

But she didn’t know about werewolves, and that’s how I wanted to keep it.

To be honest, I didn’t know much about werewolves, either. I only knew what I read online.

And I had already figured out that the internet wasn’t always the most reliable source.

For all I knew, I wasn’t even a werewolf, just some abomination. I could be the only one of my kind.

This, above all else—above losing my parents—made me feel hollow, and extremely lonely.

“No worries. Well, I’ll let you get settled; dinner will be in an hour.” She left my room, closing the door softly and leaving me to myself.

I sighed and flopped down onto the bed, feeling a pang of homesickness again. Actually, it was more like pre-werewolf-Haven sickness. I wanted my old life back so badly it hurt.

I got up and forced myself to unpack my clothes and most of my belongings. I was able to stay on task until I heard yelling.

I walked over to my window and shoved it open, letting in a crisp late-September breeze. Then, I heard a cry.

“Jude! Get back here!”

I watched as a girl with short blonde hair chased wildly after a boy—who I assumed to be Jude.

He was holding a small book, which I took to be the girl’s diary.

“Try and catch me, Rach!” The boy—who was also blonde—yelled over his shoulder. I watched as the two passed by Aunt Sarah’s house. Then, suddenly they stopped.

They went absolutely still, their nostrils flaring, and they turned to look at each other, fearful expressions on their faces.

Then the boy turned and looked directly up at me, as if he’d known I was there all along.

His brown eyes narrowed. Then they were gone, running away toward the mansion. They quickly disappeared from sight.

I was frozen, paralyzed by the strange events.

I forced myself to move, to close my curtains and step away from the window. I turned around and took a deep breath, trying to clear the looks on their faces from my mind.

It had almost looked as if they had…smelled me? The only explanation conjured a mixture of fear and hope in my chest.

If they were like me—

I stamped out the thought. I couldn’t let that idea take root in my mind; I’d only be disappointed.

“Haven! Dinner!” Aunt Sarah yelled. I shook my head to clear it and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

She was running around, trying to throw a few last-minute things together for the meal.

It looked as though we were meant to be having spaghetti and meatballs, but the smell coming from the stove said otherwise.

I took a deep breath and smelled burnt noodles. “Um, Aunt Sarah? Do you need help?”

She looked at me over her shoulder with a frazzled expression.

Her short black hair was sticking up on one side as she put her hands, which were adorned with oven mitts, up in the air like a helpless child.

“Oh, Haven! I tried to make a nice dinner, but I’m a terrible cook! The noodles got stuck to the bottom of the pot so I put butter in there to try and loosen it but the butter just melted and then crisped.”

She shook her head. “And I don’t understand how the meatballs are burned on the outside, yet raw on the inside! Oh, I’m sorry, dear. Is pizza okay?”

I grinned. “Pizza is perfect.”

I helped my aunt clean up the mess, and by the time we finished the pizza had arrived.

I went to the door and yanked it open; the boy holding the pizza looked me over and grinned cockily.

I just took a deep breath and paid him—no tip for checking me out. I closed the door and brought the pizza over to the table, where my Aunt and I dug in right away.

“I guess I’ll have to do the cooking around here,” I said, taking a big bite of my mushroom pizza.

She blushed. “You don’t have to do that, Haven, dear, I’ll just take a few classes and—”

“No really, I don’t mind at all,” I smiled. “I’m actually kind of good at it.”

My Aunt grinned, clearly relieved. “That would be awesome, I’ve been living off of microwave meals, pizza, and Chinese takeout for years!”

I could picture that. A younger, determined version of my aunt surrounded by a take-out graveyard as she studied to pass her law exams.

I laughed. “Well not anymore. Starting tomorrow we can have a balanced diet of takeout and home-cooked meals.”

We finished up the pizza—yes, we ate the entire thing—and put away the dishes before Aunt Sarah headed upstairs for the night.

“Try not to be up too late, Haven. Remember, you have school tomorrow.”

I smiled and nodded, and she seemed pleased. She kissed my head and disappeared.

I decided to watch some television and settled for a random program on a streaming service that we hadn’t gotten back in Pennsylvania.

It felt as though I was being watched. I looked out the window.

My aunt didn’t have a backyard. Her house backed directly onto the forest.

I could’ve sworn I saw a pair of eyes looking at me from the trees, but when I blinked again they were gone.

Once again my thoughts clung to that same desperate hope—that I wasn’t alone.

I tried to ignore the feeling, but I was too unsettled to watch anymore television. I flicked it off and headed up to my room.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

 

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2

HAVEN

“Come on, Haven! You’re going to be late!”

I bit my lip and looked at my reflection once more. My blonde hair was in its usual natural waves, but I had clipped half of it back to look a little more put-together.

My makeup wasn’t anything special, partly out of my inability to apply it, and partly because the natural look suited my surroundings.

I’d thought I looked okay, but now that it was time to go I was starting to doubt myself.

“Haven, seriously, you don’t want to be late, do you!?” my aunt yelled. I sighed and grabbed my backpack before heading down the stairs.

My nerves increased with each step I took.

“Sorry, I was just brushing my teeth.”

Aunt Sarah’s gaze softened. “Nervous?”

I nodded numbly. “Extremely.”

“Don’t worry, kiddo, you’re a knockout! They are going to love you!”

I wasn’t sure who she meant when she said “they”. Surely she wasn’t promising that the entire student body was going to love me.

“You’re seventeen, right?” she asked a few minutes later, as she drove.

I nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“So you can drive?”

I shrugged. “Well I have my learner’s permit, so I can only drive with another licensed driver…”

Shelaughed. “Are you a good driver?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

She smiled. “Perfect, we’ll have to get you a car then. As long as you know what you’re doing, the cops around here will leave you alone. That way, I’ll be able to leave earlier in the morning and get home sooner.”

I bit my lip. “What if I get a ticket?”

“Well, I am a lawyer after all!” She laughed and took a right turn.

A large, prison-like, building came into view and my stomach did a few somersaults.

This drab place could only be a high school.

“Here we are, Thompson High! Oh, you’re going to love it here.” She pulled up in front of the school and smiled. “This is it, Haven. I hope you have a good day.”

I smiled nervously and began to unbuckle my seatbelt when she stopped me.

“Do you have money for lunch?”

I nodded and she smiled. “Perfect, now smile!”

I smiled and she smiled even wider. “Good, no food in your teeth.”

I blushed wildly and got out of the car. I sent her a quick wave and watched as she peeled out of the parking lot.

I had a feeling my Aunt Sarah was going to be more like my big sister than a legal guardian.

I took a deep breath and turned around, gazing at the huge building in front of me.

Students were standing in clusters just outside the school doors, and a few lingered out in the field and on the steps.

I shrugged my bag onto one of my shoulders and started forward.

No one paid me any attention as I walked into the school and headed for the office. It wasn’t like one new student was going to have everybody staring or anything.

But still, I had expected more of a reaction. I found myself feeling relieved, and when I walked into the office I was able to relax a little.

“Hi, I’m Haven Mathie, I’m a transfer student,” I said to the secretary.

The secretary looked up at my face and shuffled through some files that were sitting on her desk. “Haven Mathie, grade twelve, right?”

I nodded and she handed me a slim folder. I peeked inside to see my schedule, a school map, a page of the student code of conduct and a slip I had to get all my teachers to sign.

“When does the first bell ring?” I asked.

The woman glanced at her watch, frowning, “In about fifteen minutes. Good luck on your first day.”

I thanked her and headed back into the chaotic halls. I looked at my schedule which had my locker number printed on it; B167. I groaned and looked around, having no clue where to go.

I wandered around, my face glued to the map. I was shoved this way and that, due to the busy hallway and my lack of focus. I suddenly felt a hand on my arm, and I jumped.

“Hey there, sorry if I scared you; you just looked a little lost.” I turned and saw a beyond-gorgeous boy.

He was blonde, with deep brown eyes and soft, pink lips. He had a straight nose and high cheekbones, which shined under a golden tan.

As I looked at him more closely, I realised I knew him. He was the boy I had seen running with the girl yesterday evening.

“Oh, I umm—hi.” I blinked a few times, trying to clear my head.

The boy smiled, sending my stomach into a nervous fit of butterflies. He had the warmest eyes I had ever seen.

“I’m Jude, and you are?”

I smiled. “Haven, I’m new here.”

“I figured that, seeing as you have no idea where you’re going.”

I blushed. “We’re neighbours,” I blurted.

He laughed. “Are we now?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I saw you running with a girl…I swear you saw me…”

Jude shrugged, looking at ease. “That was probably Rachel; she’s my sister.”

I nodded. “Can you help me find my locker? It’s B167.”

Jude reached up and ruffled his hair. “What do you know, that’s right beside mine.”

The butterflies in my stomach rejoiced as I tried to remain nonchalant. “Cool.”

Jude laughed. “I’m heading there now, I’ll show you the way.”

As we walked down the halls, a bunch of random people said hi to Jude, and eyed me. I just walked along, happy that I had made an acquaintance already.

“So where did you move here from?” he asked.

“Pennsylvania,” I replied.

He nodded. “That’s pretty far from here. Any reason in particular?”

I struggled for the right words. “I came to live with my Aunt Sarah.”

“What about your par—”

“Hey, Jude!”

I watched as the petite blonde I had seen yesterday came running over to us. She stopped when she saw me, and then looked at Jude as if asking for help.

He smiled and nodded and she came nearer, holding out her hand for me to take.

“I’m Rachel, you must be the new one.”

“The new one?” I questioned.

Rachel blushed. “I meant the new student.”

I nodded slowly, and let myself smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Rachel. I’m Haven…the new one.”

Jude chucked and showed me my locker. I quickly put my things away and turned to face Jude and Rachel.

“Since our lockers are close, we probably have homeroom together; can I see your schedule?”

I handed Jude my schedule and watched as his eyes scanned the paper.

“Well?” I asked, hoping that we had at least one class together.

“We have English and Art together, and Rachel and you have P.E. together”

Rachel squealed. “This is great! We’re going to rule that class.”

I squinted at her. “I don’t think I’ll be ruling gym class anytime soon; I suck at sports.”

She laughed. “Good one.”

The first warning bell rang and her brown eyes widened. “Anyway, I gotta go. Mr. Archer is a grouch when you’re late. See ya at lunch!”

“Shall we go and face the terror of English together, Haven?” Jude asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I laughed. “Indeed we shall.”

We walked to our class and took seats next to one another. The teacher regarded me and then went back to writing on the board.

When the bell rang, he turned around and faced us all.

“Good morning, class! Before we start the lesson, I just wanted to take a second to let our new student introduce herself!”

I took that as my cue and stood up with a bright smile. “Hello everyone, I’m Haven and I just moved here from Pennsylvania—”

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Muñoz!” A deep voice boomed, interrupting me. From the sound of it, he wasn’t really sorry—it sounded as though he was mocking the teacher.

“Logan, do you have a late slip?” Mr. Muñoz glared at the boy.

I followed his glare and then froze. In the doorway stood a tall, muscular boy who really did not look like a boy at all.

He had a mess of dark hair that was long and unruly; it hung across his forehead and grazed his gray eyes.

Muscle defined every inch of his body, and his devil’s smirk said he knew his looks could make any girl swoon.

“Nope.”

His voice rocked me right to the core. It was rough, yet strangely soft and comforting at the same time. It sounded like a voice that belonged to power, to confidence.

I averted my eyes and blushed when I realised that my wolf had let out an appreciative grumble at the sight of the boy.

“Well, go get one, then.”

The boy laughed. “I would, but then I would probably end up missing another ten minutes of your wonderful class, Mr. Muñoz. We wouldn’t want that, right?”

The teacher fumed while the rest of the class snickered. “Just take a seat, Logan.”

The boy shrugged and took the seat directly behind my desk.

“What is she standing up for?” I heard him ask.

I blushed and sat down, feeling defeated. Jude reached over and gave my hand a quick squeeze, reassuring me.

I tried to focus on the lesson but it was hard when all I could hear were Logan’s smart remarks, which came intermittently, especially if Mr. Muñoz stumbled over a fact or forgot his place in the lesson plan.

When the bell rang, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I was only vaguely aware that Jude was following me.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, sounding worried.

I shrugged, brushing him off. “My brain is feeling a little fried. New school, boring class, that’s all.”

Jude smiled, somewhat knowingly. “Not to mention the fact that Logan is in our class. He’s kind of got the rep for being the school jerk. But he’s not that bad a guy, at least not to me.”

I shrugged and decided to change the subject. “Do we have our next class together?”

Jude shook his head, and my heart plummeted. “Unfortunately, no we don’t. We have the last class together, though. But don’t worry, I’ll walk you to your history class.”

He smiled. “And then I’ll swing by and pick you up before lunch if you want. Wouldn’t want you sitting alone on your first day.”

I grinned at him, relief cooling some of the nerves in my stomach. “Thanks, Jude. That would be awesome.”

He smiled at me, “No problem.”

Before I knew it, we had arrived at my history class. I thanked Jude for his help and walked in, feeling self-conscious all over again.

I took a seat toward the back of the class and focused on doodling all over my binder. Then I heard a deep laugh and wanted to groan.

I peeked up through my lashes to see Logan walk in with another tall boy behind him.

“Dude,” I heard the unknown boy whisper, “is that the new girl? She’s hot. Lucky Jude.”

I blushed and scribbled faster.

“Hot? I don’t think so, she’s mediocre—if that. Jude can have her.”

The words pierced me like a knife. He didn’t even know me, and he was already tossing me aside.

I wasn’t in need of validation, not from a stranger. But I was human—or at least, mostly human—and it hurt to have my appearance criticised.

“Are you serious, man? You must be crazy, just look at her! All cute and innocent. Wouldn’t you want to take her and—”

Logan groaned. “Save your dirty thoughts for yourself, okay, Deacon?”

I heard Deacon laugh and blushed even harder. They sat in the back row as well, so that all that separated Deacon and I was one empty desk.

Our history teacher, Mr. Gades, wasted no time introducing me, but decided instead to get straight into the lesson.

While I was furiously copying down the notes that were on the board, a piece of paper landed on my notebook.

I looked at it for a second and then decided against my better judgement to open it.

Wanna bang?

I had to swallow the vomit that rose in my throat. I ripped up the vile note until it was no more than paper confetti.

I looked over at Deacon, who was smirking and making inappropriate gestures at me, and glared at him.

Then I looked over at Logan, who was regarding me with a detached, almost businesslike, expression.

I looked at his cold face, then immediately looked away, unwilling to meet his eyes.

When the bell rang I hurried out of the class to avoid Deacon and ran into a very solid Jude. He laughed and grabbed my shoulders, steadying me.

“You alright there? You look a little flustered.”

I brushed his hands away and grumbled, “I’m fine.”

Just then, Deacon and Logan came out of the classroom, making a ruckus. I gathered from the way the other students ignored them that they made this sort of scene all the time.

Deacon winked at me and smirked at Jude before disappearing down the hall. Logan never gave me a second glance.

“Well, he’s seemed to have taken an interest in you. But no need to worry, it won’t last long. A week at the most.”

Jude laughed and took my hand in his as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

When he touched me I felt a warmth, a calming effect, wash through me, and I was able to smile.

He tugged me along to the cafeteria where we bought our lunches and then sat with Rachel and her friend Cecily.

“Everyone’s been talking about you, Haven!” Rachel squealed, “Apparently the boys are making bets on who’s going to get with you first. My money is on Jude.”

I choked on my water, and felt it trickle down my shirt. I looked at Rachel with wide eyes while Jude just laughed nonchalantly.

“That’s not funny, Jude!” I tried to be serious but his laugh was infectious, and I soon found myself smiling against my will.

“Ugh, that’s so disgusting,” I heard Cecily whisper.

I turned around and saw Logan lip-locking with a brunette. The sight sent a weird pang to my gut, and I scolded myself.

I couldn’t delude myself into the age-old fantasy of capturing the good-looking jerk’s attention. I needed to scrub my brain.

“Who’s that?” I asked, dabbing at the front of my shirt with a napkin.

Cecily snorted, flipping her red hair over her shoulder. “That’s Logan and his girlfriend; her name is Dakota, and she’s a real bitch.”

Naturally.

Rachel laughed. “I second that.”

“All they do is make out.” Cecily grimaced.

I crinkled my nose. “Gross.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw with relief that they had stopped kissing.

Logan, as though he had sensed my gaze, looked over and met my eyes.

That’s when the world froze.

I was lost, completely and utterly lost in those gray eyes. They held me captive.

It felt as though my body had been electrocuted—every cell was alive, on edge. And suddenly, I felt complete.

Which was weird, considering I’d never noticed that anything was missing before.

The moment was ruined when Rachel threw her napkin at my face. I turned my head sharply to glare at her, wanting nothing more than to growl but knowing I had to restrain myself.

“What the hell was that!” Cecily asked, sounding appalled.

“What was what?” I looked over at Jude, who was glaring down at his lunch.

“You were staring at Logan like you were ready to follow him off of a cliff!” Rachel explained.

I shook my head. “No I wasn’t.”

Cecily frowned. “You looked lost…”

Rachel suddenly became distracted. “Look at that!” We all turned and looked toward Logan.

Dakota was trying to get at his face but he kept pushing her away, refusing her affection.

He glared at her and said something I couldn’t hear. He then turned his gaze to me. I froze, just like the last time, but for a completely different reason.

Logan was glaring at me without any warmth in his gray eyes.

He continued to glare at me as he flipped his tray over and stormed out of the cafeteria, slamming the door as he went and leaving every student staring after him.

 

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Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

A Chance to Have You

Ever since the tragic accident that took her family away, Lana had only ever focused on ballet—it was the one thing that helped distract her from the pain and guilt she held inside. Sure, she had some friends, but her goal was always to dance in New York City, and after high school, she did just that. Now, four years later, she’s returning home to California for a job. The last thing she expects is to run into Luke, her old crush, who’s also just moved back and is ~very~ eager to continue where they left off…

Age Rating: 18+

The Fae Wolf

Aurelia has discovered that she has been mated to Alastair, the Alpha King. But she has secrets, both in her past and about who she really is. Can she resist the power of the mate bond and fulfil her secret plan? Or will she find that neither the mate bond nor her fae kin are what they seem?

Age Rating: 18+

When Tables Turn

No one knows where the werewolves came from, one thing everyone knows, however, is that a single bite will turn you into one. Ten years after the original breakout, Lucy is amongst the last surviving humans, which is bad enough until she discovers she’s the destined mate of the ruthless lycan king. Escape is not an option and the alternatives chill her to the bone, but it’s not like there’s another way out…is there?

Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Violence, Sexual Abuse)

Falling for My Brother’s Best Friend

Let’s say you’re an independent, self-sufficient woman who runs the family company and you find yourself falling for your little brother’s best friend. Now, more than ever, you need to count all the reasons why you need to abandon falling.

Abandon Falling #1 – He’s a womanizer. Hasn’t had a serious relationship a day in his life and changes women more often than he changes his sheets.

Abandon Falling #2 – He’s never serious. He cracks one-liners, mostly at your expense.

Abandon Falling #3 – When things go wrong, he seems unfazed and always remains in control. It’s so annoying.

Abandon Falling #4 – He has tattoos. Lots of them. Everywhere. Not to mention, he owns a tattoo parlor. (Damn it! Why doesn’t that sound like a bad thing anymore?)

Abandon Falling #5 – There’s a growing list of how different you two are. You can’t get along for fifteen minutes—a lifetime together would land one of you in prison.

Keep repeating those reasons and drown yourself in work. Pretend you don’t notice his good qualities or how enticing he looks without a shirt, and do not, I repeat, do not agree to live with the man while your place is being repaired from flood damage.

Trust me, even the strongest of us can only forego temptation for so long.