Home isn't always where the heart is. Poignant with subtle humour and satire, Black Worm is about two brothers trapped in a life of neglect by their repugnant parents, dreaming of what it truly means to be a family. Please vote and comment! Nominated for a literary award-2021 Published in Just Words 4 Anthology-2020 Published in Blank Spaces Magazine-2020 Wattpad Featured Story-2017 *If you are reading this title on any other site (ex. Mirror sites like Truyen), it wasn't authorized by me or Wattpad, and you are at risk for malware attacks. Keep to safe reading by staying only on Wattpad, where this story was originally published. Thank you. **Written in 2016 by Holly Ducarte. All Rights Reserved, including the right to reproduce this book in any form whatsoever. ©️

A vew of the life of Joan and Sherlock through the eyes of Holmes himself. Scattered thoughts, unnoticed deductions, homicides galore, and a lot of tension between our healing friends.

The night of Stiles and Scott's fight, Stiles gets taken by the dread doctors and they turn him into a new kind of chimera. Stiles struggles to figure out what's wrong with him, especially when everyone around him is telling him that he's dead. Even Lydia. Theo takes this opportunity to turn Stiles against the rest of his pack, when they are in need of him the most. Will Stiles and the pack ever come back together? Will everything be the same? -- [vampire stiles] based off the vampire diaries style

Stiles hasn't been the same since his encounter with the Nogitsune. His mind still frustrated over the things he was made to do. Stabbing his best friend, twisting the sword as it remained in him. Trying to kill everyone... Life hasn't been the same for him. Nor for his father. Stiles' life is just beginning to be tested further. But will he be as successful as Scott was with his tests? Will Stiles succeed? Will he? {Cover Credit: @beaconxhills on IG}

This book is based on my theriotype. I am a snow leopard, and her name is Maserta (Ma-sear-ta). Ever since I discovered her she has been more in my life. My Alpha Hitinua awakened me to this at school. The packs name is, Hale Spirit. But later I discover another theriotype. Her name is Kerrel not that hard (Ker-rel). Shes a siberian husky, mixed with wolf. Light gray and white, fluffy, warm, and very territorial. So, it sounds like you've got some reading to do.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.