Anxiety Drawing

Merida has always just tried to make it through the day without drawing any unwanted attention, given she is about to face the scariest thing in her short life. The man she once loved, who tried to kill her. Only now she is faced with a new revelation. That there are other individuals that want her dead, all because of who she is. Yet who is she? For she doesn't think it is the 14-year-old human girl, nor are her friends who she thought they were. Nothing is as it seems! Not even her family! Plus, there is the strange new man in her life, who promises to never leave her side. As well as this dark shadow that seems to follow her everywhere and in every ERA.

Rejected by her mate for being unfit as a Luna, Lyra is shattered, and determined to prove her worth. When her twin brother, Rowan, falls ill, their parents hide him away. With war drawing near and Alpha heirs sent to train at the elite Alpha Academy, Lyra disguises herself as Rowan to protect her pack’s honor. Now living among future Alphas, she must master her wolf, fight harder than anyone, and keep her identity secret. But one enemy threatens it all. Killian, a ruthless Alpha, hates “Rowan” for reasons he can’t explain…until his wolf reacts. Mated to a boy? Impossible. As war nears, Lyra must choose: keep lying and survive…or risk it all for her second-chance mate.

Being an Omega is the last thing I want, especially since it makes some Alphas think of you as a breeding machine. My luck with Alphas haven't been the best and I know that it's because of my past and the few. . .issues I have. Time is running out though. My heat is drawing closer which means that I only have a few weeks to find an Alpha willing enough to help me through it without bonding me. The Omega Centre tried to help, but they don't understand what I want. However, there might be an Alpha who could help. All I need to do is talk his Beta into agreeing.

{Sequel to 'My Possessive Alpha; His Reluctant Mate'} - Heather, a determined and impulsive daughter of the Alpha of Black Forest Pack, the largest wolf pack in the world, out of her quest for self-independence, leaves her loving family and pack to live with her uncle in the next town. On her first day of highschool, she encounters a new boy in town who quenches her anxiety from the truth of her reality that her loving family is no longer with her. 'Silver hair?!' He's Silver, a blind human in a wolf territory where humans are only but a few and Heather cannot ignore the inexplicable, sudden attachment to him. She has to try not to overwhelm him with her rowdy, obstinate and kick-ass behavior as to her surprise, Silver doesn't mind her lousy company. Attachment feels natural until she discovers his secret…He's a white wolf! An existence that should not exist! Now, Heather must promise to protect Silver's secret… Will Silver be safe in this new pack? And how can she protect him while trying to lead a normal life?

" I can be your angel saving you from nightmares and I can also be the monster under your bed, clawing at you when you sleep", Leo whispered drawing her closer to him. " I am ruthless, don't try to change me", he smiled gripping her neck. "You are a monster", Elizabeth spat to which he laughed. Elizabeth, a nineteen years old orphan found herself in the street of America after escaping from the orphanage. Stealing and pickpocketing has been her means of survival. She found herself in the most dangerous situation when she stole an important item from the most powerful American mobster. Will he take interest in her or will she become one of his pawns?

Ever since my mom gave birth to her second child, everything in the household is tied to drawing lots. Everyone has to draw lots in order to decide whose favorite food will be served for each meal. We have to draw lots to see who among us gets a hug from our parents. Every time, I end up drawing the short end of the stick, so everyone automatically assumes that my younger sister, Anabelle Madden, gets the better lot. She easily reaps my parents' love without having to do anything at all. Whenever I feel like crying because of the injustice, Mom will scold me instantly. "I bought the lottery box because I was worried that you might feel upset about this. I'm doing this just to be fair to both of you. "If you want something, you have to be the one deciding who gets what. Your father and I won't interfere with your decision at all. Since you can't draw the better lot, that just means you have bad luck." Hence, I keep practicing my lot-drawing skills every day, hoping that I can eventually draw the better lot in order to obtain my parents' love. But for ten years, I never get to draw the better lot. Not even once. On my birthday, Anabelle wants to go to the amusement park, so Mom tells us to draw lots once again. I secretly glue two short lots together before giving it to Mom in an attempt to get her to stay with me. Instead, she slaps me and berates me for being a disobedient child who cheats in lot-drawing. Then, she leaves the house with Anabelle. When I fall to the floor, I feel the short sticks piercing through my neck.

I am a postgraduate archaeology student whose fieldwork combines GIS technology with excavation, and during one project I become entangled in a concealed emotional relationship with two lecturers. Linus is restrained, intellectually rigorous, and emotionally distant, offering a sense of order and safety rooted in academic discipline, while Theo is charismatic, passionate, and ethically unstable, drawing me into intensity and risk. What begins as professional admiration develops into intimacy shaped by secrecy, hierarchy, and blurred boundaries. As the excavation exposes layered traces of past lives, I am forced to confront my own desire, ambition, and guilt, and the story ultimately centres not on choosing between two men, but on learning how to live with complexity and accept the consequences of crossing lines.

It was my 30th birthday, and my husband said he had a surprise for me. However, on the day of my birthday, he was nowhere to be found. I called him countless times, but no one answered. Just as I was about to panic and consider calling the police, I happened to see a post on the social media feed of his female secretary. “A typhoon hit, and my boss was worried about my safety, so he personally took me home. How wonderful! I’ve got a guardian angel for myself!” My anxiety turned to cold calm in an instant. I commented on her post: “Traveling during a typhoon is dangerous. Tell him he doesn’t need to come back.” Not long after I posted the comment, my husband called. “Kelly, I was only concerned about the safety of my subordinate, and yet you’re thinking such vile thoughts. “Birthdays come every year. Missing one won’t kill you!” You were right. Birthdays came every year. But there was no way I would celebrate them with you.

An encounter in an elevator with the Boss. Isabella Davis just got her first job ever but on her way out of the building she gets trapped in an elevator with her new boss Carter King. She is claustrophobic so he helps calm her down from freaking out, they haven't met each other yet so so they don't know each other and things get steamy. After the delicious encounter is over, Carter is out of there, she's left off balance, and wanting more of him. Carter King has never met anyone like Isabella, one minute he's checking her out and the next minute he's trying to calm her anxiety attack down. And caving in to a fierce, unexpected need that wasn't even on his radar. He doesn't expect to see her again after that but he comes to work on Monday and finds out she's a new member of his team in the office. He wants her, she wants him but a fling with a staff is something that can't happen or can it?

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.