What would you do, if your passion is something your mother can no longer face in her life? That is exactly what is happening to me. What should I do, if I were to fall in love with my passion again, alongside the new and very talented Janelle Anderson? Should I, Bexley Ford, son of the renowned figure skater Ali and Jackson Ford, go against my mother, or follow my dream and my heart? Find out what Bexley is going to do this coming January! :)

***Coming Winter 2023/2024 *This will be my draft and will most likely have spelling mistakes. You are more than welcome to point them out (politely, please) and they will be fixed as soon as possible. Blurb: What would you do, if the love of your life left you without so much as a goodbye? The one person you trusted. The one you could always count on. One day he's here in class, and the next, he isn't. I knew he was going through a rough time with his mother being terminally ill, but we always had each other to lean on. At least I thought we did. After he rushed out of class three days ago, I tried calling him. I tried going to his house. But no one was there. It wasn't until I heard a few teachers talking about his mother passing away in the hallway that I finally figured it out. He left. Left without telling me. What would you do, if after seven years, two college degrees, and many nights crying yourself to sleep, he resurfaced into your life, speaking to you as if he had never left? Jake Burton, the now international music star and brand new client at Celestia Entertainment. Can my heart take it? Or will it crumble all over again?

*Trigger warning* This story will include at some point description of an assault. There will also be explicit sex scene between multiple MC&FC. *This will be my draft and will possibly have some spelling mistakes. You are welcome to give constructive criticisms and point out any spelling mistakes, and they will be fixed as soon as possible. (Please do so kindly, thank you) Prologue: The thumping sound of my running footsteps echoes through the woods. My ragged breathing; inhale, exhale, coming in and out just as fast as my heart beating against my chest, The wind howling in my ears to run faster and faster with each step I make, crinkling the dead leaves underneath the weight of my feet. “Why?! Why did she do this?” I silently ask, tears staining my delicate porcelain skin. “Did she not love him at all?” My chest, burning with every ragged breath. “And what about me? What have I done to anger her to the point of seeking my death?” Risking looking back over my shoulder, I fail to see the lifted tree root, making me tumble forward… Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Opening my eyes as I jump awake, I place one arm across my forehead, and the other on my chest. What a weird nightmare… My heart pounds heavily against my ribs, along with my heavy breathing. “Are you alright, Snow?” A croaking, sleepy voice calls out. “I’m fine, Gregory. Go back to sleep.” I say, slowly sitting up, letting the red satin sheet fall on my naked body. “So should you,” Bash says, groaning, rolling himself over to the side, snaking his arm around my waist, trying to pull me back down on the bed. A small smile stretches on my lips. Bending down, I gently kiss the tip of his nose, making him tighten his hold. Caressing his hair, my forehead against his, I whisper; “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll come back after.” “Don’t make us wait too long,” croaks Sloan, who’s barely awake to utter those words. ‘He’s such a sleepy head’ I thought to myself, shaking my head. I make my way into the adjoining bathroom. Opening the water, I splash a little on my face. Dry patting myself, I look up in the mirror. ‘I wish those weird nightmares would stop’ It’s been months since my father passed away. And it’s around that time my nightmares started. My dear old stepmother, Ingrid, is the only person I suspect, but I have no proof. Yet. The fact that she agreed for me to have a bodyguard to “protect me” took out the suspicion the police had of her. But I supposed she didn't realize that Princeton would have seven of his best bodyguards watching over me. I didn't want to agree at first but changed my mind quickly. Especially after they saved me without me knowing they were already looking out for me. It all started when I had this huge fight with Ingrid…

*Trigger warning* This story will include at some point description of kidnaping and assault of a kidnaping. There will also be explicit sex scene between the MC&FC, and also the Enemy&FC. *This will be my draft and will possibly have some spelling mistakes. You are welcome to give constructive criticisms and point out any spelling mistakes, and they will be fixed as soon as possible. (Please do so kindly, thank you) Prologue: “Why did you take me away from my mommy?” She wept, hitting her tiny fist on my stomach. “You are just a big meanie! I hate you!” She sobbed. Hanging her head low, no longer hitting me. Not that it hurt in the slightest. “If only you knew, little princess.” She is the spitting image of her mother. Crouching down to her level, I hear the faint whisper of my subordinates. Eyeing them for a split second, they all quiet down. “Your mother took something of mine four years ago. I just want it back.” “What did she take? Maybe I know where she has it and can help you get it back.” She says between sobs. She took you, along with my heart. I got one back. Now I’m only missing the other. “If I find it, can I go back to mommy? I miss my mommy! I want mommy!” She cries, rubbing her tired eyes. My heart clenches at her plea. I’ve never been soft-hearted, but this little princess will have me wrapped around her little fingers in no time. She will either be my doom or my redemption. Just as her mother was. Is! “Unfortunately, princess, it’s not that simple,” I say, trying my best not to look so scary in her eyes. “She took two things from me. One, I got back today. The second might be more tricky to retrieve.” “What is it?” She asks curiously. For a moment, I contemplated telling her, but then again, she is only four years old. And this is a complicated matter. “It doesn’t matter for now. Why don't we get you settled into your room for the night?” I ask, scooping her up in my arms to the astonishment of everyone around. They all expected me to assign someone to do this task. Nope. Not happening. I am taking care of my own daughter today! They have seen me kill countless people but have never seen me be this compassionate to anyone. No, that is a lie… Only one other person in this world has ever been able to make my cold, dead heart tick with compassion. She has held my heart in her hands since the moment my eyes fell on her eight years ago. Now she is gone, and I will do anything in my power to get her back. Even if it means, kidnapping my own daughter!

*Follow My Facebook Author page 'Natacha B. Writer' for advance release notifications* **I will start posting 1 chapter a week starting on April 18th 2021 :) **This is my draft. It will have spelling and sentences mistake. I do encourage constructive criticism and suggestions, but please be respectful if/while doing so. <3 ***Note: This is book two of the 'Saved' series Ever since I was a young pup, I’ve always thought that Lucas, our Alpha’s son, would become my mate when the time came. My father is the 3rd in command, so to me, it would make sense that the Moon Goddess would pair us together. How could she not? Visiting my family in Westmount Pack, showed me otherwise. Meeting Blake Peterson, my fated mate, would turn my whole world upside down. What will I become after he rips out my heart and soul on that faithful day? How will my fate save me?

I'm glad Lana is doing better today. She seems so excited to go see that young pup she helped save yesterday. I've never seen her care so much about anyone, let alone a young pup. She must be someone special. Never in all my life would I have ever expected her to be Blake's unknown daughter. Her mother seems like a sensible wolf. 'She smells divine,' Malakite, my wolf, purrs. What the hell? Why would Malakite say this? Although I have to agree, she does smell good. It's not until she meets my eyes, as I angrily defend Lana, that I succumb to this hash truth. She, Sophie Welsh, is my mate! I finally found her! But my happiness is short-lived. She had a daughter with Blake... She had a daughter with the one person I hate most in the world! How could this happen? 'I can't deal with this right now.' I think to myself as I storm out of the hospital, leaving I'm sure, a very distraught Sophie, and a shocked Lana. Can I really stay with her knowing she's already a mother, and to Blake's daughter no less? Coming Early winter 2022 **This is my draft. It will have spelling and sentences mistake. I do encourage constructive criticism and suggestions, but please be respectful if/while doing so. <3

***Completed*** ***Note: This is book one of the 'Saved' series. The second book is currently being written and will be available soon. **This is my draft. It will have spelling and sentences mistake. I do encourage constructive criticism and suggestions, but please be respectful if/while doing so. <3 My name is Sienna Parker. I'm a 17 years old she-wolf in Black-Crescent Pack. My mother, Katherine, is my worst nightmare. After receiving the worst beating of my life, I still need to go to school and keep up appearances. Trying to stay invisible seems like an impossible task on that fateful day. Lana, the school's bully, is determined to make my life worst than it already is. Lucas, our future Alpha, witnesses Lana’s relentless bullying and tries to help. Fear grips at me when our eye meets. I have found my mate! Remembering my mother’s threats if I ever found my mate, I run away from him. Will Lucas be able to save me from my tormented life? Or will I succumb to my mother’s torture? ** Author's note: Please like and comment on my chapters. I'm a first time writer and would appreciate your feedback! You can also follow my Facebook page 'Natacha B. Writer' for updates and more! Thank you All for reading my Book! ;)

A year after the passing of my husband, I can still feel the pain of his loss. Trying to get up each day, is a difficult task. Thank god I have my daughter, Kaylee, with me. She’s the reason I do get up. I’m also grateful for my friends. They have been there with me through it all. Showing up at any time of day when I needed it. It brought us closer together, regardless of this tragedy. This week marks the one-year death anniversary of my Michael. It’s a very difficult week. But having the friends I do; they won’t let me mop around alone at home. Planning a party to distract me from my misery, the most unexpected thing happens. This party was not only to distract me, but it also was to set me up with someone. Little did I know that someone would be from my past. A pass I wanted to forget about. Will he be able to get all my barriers down? Will I ever forgive him? Will he be my second chance at love? **Authors note: You can follow my Facebook page 'Natacha B. Writer' for updates and more! ;) **This is my draft. It will have spelling and sentences mistake. I do encourage constructive criticism and suggestions, but please be respectful if/while doing so. <3