In his prime, he should have achieved great success in his career and been admired by others. However, unexpectedly betrayed by his adopted son, he fled and found himself encountering a pack of wolf cubs, each of them seemingly eager to devour him.

The supporting girl was not very professional, but she was absolutely professional. The supporting girl might not be perfect, but she was definitely a hard worker. So, the hard-working girl, Rockefeller, was also trying to walk through the plot today, and she was wailing in her heart: The storm is crying. DON'T YOU CARE ME!!! Get together ahhhh!!! System Fang: Cold. GIF women are stupid, messing up relationships, and you're even worse, you've killed the male lead. Hehe Sparrow: Do you blame me?!!! It's all for him! This article is also called How to Preserve the Male Lead in the Hand of the Sick Girl. It's called Forget it if you can't keep it. It was called The Lost Will to Live. We are all dreamers. I am glad that you have read this in your leisure time. I hope you will forgive me for my inadequacies.] PS: Slow, or maybe not. I let the male lead hide in such a sensitive setting, and maybe I'm sick

In Highschool there is a caste system of sorts. At the top there are Vampires, then there are Werewulfs, and then, the Demons. At the bottom though, are the half-bloods. The ones that come as a result of two species eloping. The ones that are outcasts and disgraces to the species they claim as their own, cursed to be forever claimed by the contents of their blood. Ethan is a half-blood, and pretty unhappily so. He never had a problem with his upbringing, only the things that come with it. Oliver is a werewulf, popular and well, full blooded. A full blood with a hatred for those who have no control over their blood. How these two come together? That's a can of worms no one wants to open. ______ This is a test story, I have never written any non-fanfiction stories in a serious manner so forgive me it is not as good as it could be! It's not meant to be a long story so it may be kind of fast paced!

I don't play nice.

“Don’t cry.” “Promise me that you’ll wait for me.” “I won’t be long.” Those were the last words I’ve heard from him before he went off to war. Then it was the cold winter and the earth covered in snow. The snow melted and the flowers bloomed, there came the spring. The weather became increasingly hot announcing the upcoming scorching summer. The tree leaves painted in miscellaneous colors and the autumn invited itself. Then it was winter again and I stopped counting the days. A few years later I stopped waiting and started a new leaf of my life because I no longer could go on like this... Until the day he came back again. Merging some bittersweet memories with the struggle of moving forward without looking back, this story speaks of choices someone has to make in life as well as hope and regrets. But all in all, it is the story of a man seeking his own happiness.