Copyrighted 2018 **This is the rewritten version of His Flower. I hope you enjoy!** There was only one word to describe my life: Hell. It was all I had ever known, the only thing I was used to. I didn't want it any other way. Why the fuck couldn't she see that? -&- Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up in the closest thing they knew to Hell, each with terrible problems of their own. Perhaps, that is why they were so drawn to each other. Rose might have been that typical shy, quiet girl roaming the school's halls, no friends to speak of and no genuine interest in learning, but even she couldn't deny that attraction towards the school's resident 'bad boy'. The one no one else dared speak to. Rex's anger issues always got the best of him, even when that idiot girl came tumbling into his life. She just wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. No matter how much he liked it. He could convince himself he wasn't good for her as much as he wanted. It didn't matter, she wouldn't let him be and he would soon refuse to let her go. Completely oblivious to her own darkness raging beneath the surface. *WARNING: This story has quite a few very possessive and controlling men. If that kind of thing isn't for you, this book definitely won't be.** There is also talk of anxiety, panic attacks, and some drug-use mentions. ALSO this story will have a LOT of chapters! It's filled with triggers (mentioned above), but also a bunch of cute scenes, fluff moments, adoring toe-curling moments, and a plot you won't see coming!

Marcie is an oddity in her village, the daughter of a widower with both village and outsider blood in her veins. She cares for her drunken father, and struggles to fit in with the rest of the village. Everything changes when she comes across two dragons, a mother and her new born, and unwittingly becomes the Tamer of the baby dragon when his mother dies. This new unlikely bond completely changes her life and opens doors to her future that she would have never thought possible whilst also causing her pain and heartache.

#343 6/6/17 in Romance ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠Beware this book is pretty shitty with tons of grammatical errors. ?Dark Romance; mature content: violence,strong language, age-gap and abuse. ?⚫?⚫? "Thats what you did. You used me and broke me like a doll.You are a monster who can never be loved." She said, her expressions blank. Her eyes which used to show so many emotions were void of life now. "Please don't say this. Give me a chance. I will heal you." He begged falling on his knees and taking her soft cold hands in his large warm ones. But it was too late. ?⚫?⚫? An innocent soul who won't even dare to heart a fly...her life came on a steady path once she came to Greece until he came in her life. What will happen when the 29 years old king who is known for his cruel rule want that innocent soul to be his wife?...His Queen? ?Alexander Árchontas (Greek:Alexandros àpxovťaç)is a 29 years old king of Greece.He has a biggest empire in the world.He is the most poweful king and is feared in all over the world....No one dares to disobey him and he slit the throats of rebellions in a blink of eye.... What will happen when he will lay his eyes on a beauty who is a pure innocent soul and his cold heart will start beating for her? ?Belle Bruno is a beautiful italian girl who has got the looks of a fairy. She is too beautiful that when someone sees her he have a hard time in believing that she is a normal human being and not an angel who has descended from sky.Yes she is ethreal. She is kind,naive,innocent.She is divine. ⚫???????⚫ Cover by @monican98 Hey! Guys this is my first time of writing any story... So please give it a chance....Thank you! Warning: There will be alot of grammatical/spelling mistakes. I'll edit this story once it is completed. 《☆》I appreciate positive criticism.You guys are welcome to share your views to help me to make this story better.It'll mean alot to me. But please don't judge too harshly.

Ian ran his hands up my thighs and palmed my ample hips and up my waist and around to my back, leaving tingling skin in his wake. My stomach heated and my skin was sensitive. "What kind of magic are you using on me?" I gasped as he nipped the bite on my neck, making me groan. "It's you who's using magic." He kissed my collar bone. "I'm your slave now. I'm hooked on you. You're exotic, beautiful. You're bewitching." I froze at that word. Bewitching. That was dangerously close. But Ian still touch and held me tenderly. And I soon forgot my fear, Ian was safety and I shouldn't feel otherwise. WARNING: STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES.

An abused musician is forced to move across state lines, her skills being forced to make more money. It isn't until she meets three other men, that she finally understands love. ** Willow Snow is a senior piano protégé, her life constantly in cameras and in front of thousands of people. No one knows what goes on at home when she misses a single note or doesn't play the melody correctly. She spends her life alone, without any real friends and never knowing what real love feels like. It isn't until she meets Theo, Finch, and Ronan that her entire world changes. She finally finds out what true friendship is, what true family is, and what it means to fall in love with more than one person.

. Sequel to Lab Rat. Having escaped their hellish Lab life, 391 and 254 are taken in by a small group of Rebels with the intention of tearing every Laboratory apart until they find the same girl who brought them together in the first place - 254 and Hippy's little sister. Their journey is a long one with monsters, wars, old love interests and losses. Will 254 and 391's relationship survive every hurdle? Together, can they destroy the Labs which are slowly causing world-wide extinction? Will the brothers be able to find their youngest sibling and save her from the life of a Lab Rat? Find out now in the sequel - Lab Rat: Absolved.

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Rejection is at an all time high in werewolf culture. Females are tired of overbearing, and possessive mates, so they've found a loophole: rejection. Yet when Saoirse is bitten and turned against her will, the Swansea brothers who have each suffered a rejection themselves, will do anything to keep her from knowing she can reject her mate, their eldest brother, and most dangerous Alpha. #1 in #turned

Evangeline has not had a life like other she wolves. When she was 14 her brother, the next alpha of the Hawthorn pack, died leaving the pack without a male heir. The accords require any pack without a future alpha to merge with another unless their daughter is mated to a suitable future leader. So. They did not tell anyone. It was the packs largest secret. And when the time came if Evangelines mate was found and suitable he would take over when her father stepped down. If he was already an alpha....then the pack would have no choice but to merge. They could only hope he was suitable. It was not a fate Evangeline wanted. Any of it. If it were up to her she would never find her mate. She did not want a mate. She did not need a mate. She could get everything she wanted on her own. ~~ I let out a breathless laugh, rolling off the werewolf beneath me. "Well that didn't totally suck." He chuckled, abs flexing, looking me over as I rose from the bed, "didn't totally suck?" I hummed searching for my dress, "yeah it was fun while it lasted." Pretty doesn't always equal the best stamina. "Thanks Alex." "...its Aaron." I cocked a brow at him, wiggling into my tight little black dress, "not for the past hour it wasn't but okay. Cool." I raked a hand through my hair, smoothing out the inky waves. "Anyways I have to get back to my pack before sunrise and I cant find my panties. If you do, their yours." Sauntering over to him I kissed him deeply, "thanks again Andy." He chuckled, "its Aaron, and how about if I find them I give you a call?" Shit. How drunk was I? "Did I give you my number?" "No." "good." I started for his door, "have a nice life Adam." "Its Aaron!" He called after me. I rolled my eyes, "whatever." He was not good enough in bed for me to remember his name. Besides I had better things to do. Like get home before dad found out I was gone. My first Lunar Ball was coming, my first time participating to find a mate. Unfortunately.