THE SEQUEL TO 'LUNA OF ROGUES.' Last Haven is scattered to the wind. It has been nineteen years since the castle burned - nineteen years of bitter warfare - and rogues are a dying breed. Defeat is starting to look inevitable. Every rogue has a choice, the Alphas say. Resist and die, or surrender and die quickly. Eva finds a third option: provoke a pack war, sit back, and let her enemies self-destruct. Her mission will take her undercover in the heart of Silver Lake territory with only an Alpha's bastard for company. One slip of the tongue will cost them their lives, and there is no room for failure when the fate of every surviving member of Last Haven rests on her shoulders.

COMPLETED (BOOK 5) *Also a stand-alone book!* Jacob had been shy his entire life. He was reserved, had an introverted soul, and struggled to communicate with even those closest to him. Jacob had a deep secret, which made him feel alone and scared, and he considered giving up his battle, until his secret wasn't as private as he once thought. In this twisting story full of mind tugging plots and surprising turns, life as Jacob knew it would all change because of one single stranger. "I want him so bad," Hunter grumbled and longingly stared at his mate from across the room. "Just relax Alpha," his friend whispered so nobody could hear. "He can't know yet." "I know." Hunter's feelings were growing stronger with each passing day for his fellow classmate, Jacob Jones.

Highest rank in Werewolf: 6 "Mate," he growled out, as he sniffed the air and began scanning the room with his shining silver eyes. When they landed on mine, it was as if time had just stopped and he was everything that I could possibly need and more. "Her," was all he said, as surprise was written on everyone's face, including Alpha Malik. All I wanted to do was just disappear from the face of the Earth as if I never existed in the first place. Alejandra Sanchez was once a radiant girl who had lots of friends and always had a smile on her face, but that all changed when her mother passed away, leaving her all alone with her father. Some time after her mother had passed, her father had remarry a woman and forgot all about his little girl who was left depressed and alone to cope with the death of her mother. One by one her friends drifted apart, the same way her father did and the teasing and bullying began. Her mother was one of the friendliest women around the pack who was loved by everyone and she looked like an exact copy of her, to fuel everyone's hatred at her, making her wish that she never existed. To make everyone forget about her, she stopped talking.

Meet Stella, a seventeen year old girl trying to pursue her dreams in a society where dreams are only for those asleep. It's the year 2100 and things work a bit differently in the world, for starters, breeding is now an occupation. Minimum GPA required to become one? None. A simple scanning of your DNA will determine how smart or not you are, if the results say you are smart, then you will be assigned a job in the workplace most fit for your genes, and if your DNA proves to be inferior, then they will send you home to breed. No questions asked. No change of occupation allowed. And don't even think about moving out of your assigned place in society. Anyone who violates these codes will be dealt with individually by the Republic of the United Brotherhood.

THIS IS THE OLD VERSION OF THE STORY. A NEW BETTER VERSION CAN BE FOUND ON MY PROFILE, PLEASE READ THAT VERSION "You are nothing, just a worthless piece of garbage!" He yelled as he hit me. I stayed silent as he hit me over and over again. There was no use in trying to get away. I was use to the pain and he was right after all. I am nothing and always will be. .................................................................................................................................................................... Elinn has been stuck in the same place for the past twelve years. She rarely leaves the facility and when she does it never ends well. She remembers some of the things from her old life, but all the memories are blurry. Elinn doesn't remember what happiness and kindness are anymore. She is empty and broken inside. Then one day something strange happens... and the aftermath will change her world forever.

*Mature Content* (First installment of the Trial Series) *English Version* Juliette Kerson does not want to fall for the Alpha Kings scheme of luring in Wolves, forcing them to compete for a place in his pack by attending the Thirty Day Trial. She wants freedom, not discipline. But this year, she is nominated to compete, and she is no loser. Free spirited, Juliette catches the young Alpha's eye. But she also is the product of an unspeakable species called Skinwalkers. She's different, but keeping that from an interested Alpha proves harder then it seems, especially with Ace, the deadly Skinwalker with a secret lurking around. ~ ♡ I'm an author who wishes to start a petition against cliches, so prepare for the opposite, in this totally different, and unique take on a Werewolf legend ♡ *Completed*

He found her. He chose her. Now, she must decide if she chooses him. A Silverbloods Series ©The Found One (2015)

Celina, the pure blood princess, is placed in the middle of two battlefields: one for her heart and one for her crown. Trevor's and Korin's skirmishes over her threatens to tear her apart. Can Celina survive the war of the two most important men in her life and reclaim her throne? Or will more secrets threaten to destroy them all. DON'T FORGET TO READ ROYAL SECRET FIRST!!!

Celina Richards is a pure blood princess in hiding and on the run since the age of five. Follow her as she tries to guard her secrets from the people around her as she desperately looks for her mate and hide from assassins tracking her every move. Her life depends on it! Copyright @ 2013 by nicci42098 All Rights Reserved. All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. this includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and associated content. Any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution or selling of this work constitutes an infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, events are entirely coincidental.

"Aria, you don't know how sorry I am. Please. Please. Please. Give me another chance. You don't know how much you mean to me. I was so scared when I thought that you were gone forever. I hate myself for what i did to you. I am so sorry. Please just say something." Damien rambled. He told me the same kind of thing every day. I just sat there in the chair that faced the window that showed me the forest that I used to love. I didn't look at him, and he may have thought that I didn't hear what he said to me, but I heard every word. It had been a month since I "woke" up. I hadn't said a word in that month. The Moon Goddess shouldn't have let me come back. I should have died when I swallowed all of those pills. I shouldn't have to go through all of this pain again. Those pills made everything numb. They made the pain go away. When I've been left alone, which is rare since I'm on suicide watch, for good reason, I've tried to make it all go away again. I don't even care how this time. I'll go through a couple minutes of physical pain to get away from this emotional pain that will last me a life time. But I can't physically harm myself. Whatever I find and I can't make myself pick it up. I'm just frozen in place. It's like the Moon Goddess put a curse on me. This second chance wasn't a blessing. It was a curse. Damien kept on rambling on when he said those three words. Three words that made me fall apart even more. "Aria, please say something. I can't bear to see you like this. Say something. Aria, please. I care about you so much. I- I love you. I've always loved you." Those three words were a lie. They couldn't be true. A monster like Damien wasn't capable of love. He wasn't capable of loving me. He would have never caused me so much pain if he ever loved me. Then I spoke for the first time in a month. Three words I had never said to anyone, because I had never truly felt that way. "I hate you." I whispered in a barely audible voice, but he heard me.