"Give me your hand," I demand, holding my hands out for Embry to take. He glares at me with a distrusting gaze. "No way, jerk-face." I roll my eyes and emphasize the fact that my hand was indeed waiting for his. "Pretty please, stupid?" He scowls, putting his hand in mine again. In good humor -honest- I slap them hard. "Why do you keeping falling for it! ?" "You said please!"

'Loss has changed me, but my future has remade me and my past is but shadows to me now' - Annie, on one dark night, when she abandons her slippers and her crows and stops watching from her window. Winner of the 'The Hunger Awards' December One-Shot.

They're all sayin' I love him and "Look at how you look at him," and "What's wrong with being in love?" and seriously? Screw them, 'cause what's right with being in love?

Embry thinks he's in love. Well, crap.

It's really sad when I can truthfully say that my period makes me act like a werewolf." Claire suffers a fall, and Quil saves her. Kind of. Quil/Claire.

Phenomenal cosmic powers, itty bitty living space. A jinni's fate, unless he comes across the rarest of mortals who might set him free...