Circle Seventeen

“Who would have thought?” I scorned angering Carlos fast. “A mighty wolf like you getting a scum like me for a mate,” Carlos' eyes flashed gold. His Alpha wolf didn't like the challenge. “Is this the part where you reject me, or should I make things easier and do It instead?” I knew rejection was the only fate awaiting me, and I wasn't going to let him think that I am bothered by it. I should be used to the heartaches by now, I thought grimly. “Cam…” he groaned, pinching his nose. “And he knows my name.” I spat venomously. No one in the pack has ever accorded me or my sister the decency of referring to us with our names. We are either termed as half breeds, scums, slaves, or occasionally orphans. Carlos was tongue-tied for a second. He sighed a million times, looking at me helplessly. I didn't like the pity I saw in his eyes. “Go ahead, mighty Alpha, let's get it done with.” I provoked and apparently, it's all he needed. “I, Carlos Stanford, reject you, Cameron Walker, as my mate.” A softly spoken statement, which carried a lot of weight. Though I was only seventeen and couldn't feel the bond yet, I did feel my wolf retreating at the back of my head, howling in pain. Putting on a brave face, I muttered. “Good riddance!” I stepped past him to leave but stopped by the door when I realized I hadn't done what was expected of me. “I Cameron Walker, accept your rejection.” I smiled through the pain, giving a mock bow, and stormed out of the room like my ass was on fire.

There's trouble in the knight's household when a golden necklace worth billions of dollars is stolen by one of the house maids. In the quest of finding it, Lucas Knight finds something extremely terrifying. A shrine made specifically for him. It contains items like his pictures, clothes, his used tooth brush and even strands of his hair. It seems like Lucas Knight has a crazy admirer. Stalking Lucas Knight became Vivian Addams job the moment she set her eyes on his gorgeous face. When she is given a job as a maid in the Knight's mansion, she believes that heaven is helping her. Besides, it's not like he can ever find out right? WRONG. NOTE: The people, activities, and places in this narrative may be implausible because it was written for comic relief. If any of the characters behave in a way that is comparable to SpongeBob SquarePants, feel free to chuck your phone into the ocean.

A pedophilic catholic therapist, a sucidal little satanist, the ghost of a girl who needs to be avenged, an abominable catholic priest... Life is an endless circle, but Adulf Cain thinks he's found the sense of life once lost... The life that Adam lost forever in paradise. but in this new garden, the dice is rolled by two portals, they are waring... One for, the other against the birth of a child that might be the only prediction humanity needs for doom... And she is a young woman. God's messenger mustn't spare her... But now he's drawn even to fall in love .

“You’re my first everything, Lacey.” Jonathan’s piercing grey eyes seemed to hold Lacey captive. “My first kiss…The first woman to ever make me feel this way…I love you.” A public divorce from her husband leaves Lacey Thalmes with nothing. When her friends convince her to go to a party to forget her worries, she ends up sharing a steamy kiss with CEO Jonathan Taley. Except Lacey doesn’t find out his identity until two years later, and their re-meeting is not exactly rosy. Cold-hearted Jonathan Taley cares about two things only: his company and his younger brother. That is, until Lacey shows up in his life.

Sienna had everything going for her, and she was "perfect " in every way for everyone . She had a great circle of friends a loving father and a stable life. She's been there for everybody except for herself. When the unthinkable happenes and she has to buckle up and prove herself , she finds out that her perfect wasn't perfect afterall and has to prove to herself and the world that; she can take care of herself just as well as she can take care of others. Appolo only loved one girl but he's always felt like he wasn't worthy to be with her because of his past and demons he is still fighting. In a twist of fate, he becomes an instant father , breaks up with his girlfriend and has to figure out how to be a father and run a successful business he doesn't know where to start and he is left with no choice but take help in any form and the last person he expected to get help from was the last person he thought the agency would recommend . His sister's friend who's heart he broke .

A groom went missing on his wedding day only to be found dead. Joe is entangled in the body of a teenager and struggles to fit in his new environment. Being sixty years old he finds it hard acclimatizing to the fake life he would have to live. As Joe goes on deeper in his new shell, he finds out hidden secrets that the actual body he was in had kept for long. How will Joe cope with the fact that the body he was in was a killer's who was betrothed to a billionaire.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

Emma Garcia is the child of a famous French millionaire. In a careless one, she was kidnapped to distant Italy. During that process, Emma had many times escaped death by danger in Italy. But luckily, she met Carla Domenica - the sister of a mafia boss in the Italian underworld. One thing she could not expect, Ivan Domenica – that Italian mafia boss fell in love with her. He did not allow Emma to return to France, and he wanted to marry Emma. In front of a man with status, money, family background, and beauty like him. Emma, a girl only seventeen years old, quickly fell in love with Ivan's trap. How will their relationship progress? Will Emma be able to return to France? And is his love for her real?

Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She lives with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana's birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

How would you define your worth? My name is Cassey Timmerhaus, a seventeen year- old noble daughter, whose goal is to find my worth and guarantee my own happiness. In worth comes opportunities, in opportunities comes wealth, in wealth comes love, in love comes happiness, and in happiness, I can die blissfully. But the path to self- realization was harder than I presumed. The unfathomable range of emotions, the twisted justice to prove yourself righteous, the betrayals, the sinful encounters and the fight for the honorable seat, are things I never expected but had to experience. "To honor your family is the noblest thing. How could you fail in such a task as easy as breathing?" I faced countless humiliation and disgrace; degraded by the people I call family. "I am sorry, but how could we dare tarnish a lady's hand by making her work for us, mere commoners? Surely she wasn't casted away to be like this. For a noble like her, it would be better to starve than sweat her palms." The rejections from those who once respected me ruined my valued trust. She once said that in this endless pit of woes, thy love shall save me. But, I doubt that. Even if I have love, will I be able to make it last? Will I be able to make him stay? Will I ever be worth of such fortune, when I am just a grass?