Emery has exactly three goals. **Survive until eight. Save the vineyard. Do not accidentally become Crown Princess.** When the Kingdom of Valenne announces the return of the Royal Courtship, thousands of women see the opportunity of a lifetime: eight weeks in the royal palace, a chance to win the heart of Crown Prince Damon, and perhaps even a crown. Emery sees thirty thousand credits. Her parents have three months to come up with twenty-five thousand before the bank takes their vineyard for good. And according to the rules, every woman who reaches the Final Eight walks away with enough money to save it. So Emery has a plan. Get selected. Be charming enough to survive. Come in eighth. Go home. Falling for the prince is absolutely **not** part of it. Unfortunately, Damon has spent thirty years being wanted, and the Royal Courtship was supposed to be eight entertaining weeks surrounded by the most eligible women in Valenne. He certainly wasn't expecting one of them to start actively trying to lose. And once Damon realizes what Emery is doing? Well. The Crown Prince has never been particularly good at letting things go. Especially when his pride is involved. Now every challenge Emery tries to lose somehow pushes her further ahead, every attempt to make herself less appealing seems to amuse Damon more, and the perfectly suitable woman Emery has decided *should* become Crown Princess isn't getting nearly enough of the prince's attention. The closer Emery gets to eighth place, the more determined Damon becomes to make sure she never finishes there. She only needs twenty-five thousand credits. He only wants to prove she can't resist him. Neither of them intends to fall in love. But spite has always been Emery's greatest motivator. And Damon just made this personal.

Decades ago, the world came to a halt as humanity knew it. Wars spurred the worldwide deathrates to a new high, businesses closed, and much of the new technology stopped working altogether. As if life could not get much worse for the surviving humanity that was left, creatures of the night came forth from the shadows, ready to claim what was left of the world's society and kill those who opposed the new regimen. However, all of this was unknown to a young woman you lived with her small family in a quiet town, hidden from the chaos of the outside world. The young woman who lived in this town was called Delilah, and this is her story. Please note that this book is a slow-burn. Yes, there is romance. Yes, like my characters you may be left wanting more. Good stuff takes time, give this book a try. Additionally, I started writing this book while I was fresh out of High School, I am now a junior in college. While the writing was not necessarily bad, it has improved greatly with the more recent chapters. Please keep in mind that as you read and you're thinking to yourself "this grammar sucks," it will eventually get better. #8 in dystopian- 12/21/2025 #2 in castle- 12/22/2025 #3 in beast- 12/22/2025 #6 in human- 3/12/2026 #9 in humanxwerewolf- 3/12/2026 #15 in shifter- 3/12/2026

"You ran, sunshine. Seven fucking years, an ocean, a quiet little life. You thought distance could cure you of me. Sweet thing - I'm the disease. And I don't want the fucking cure either. I took the throne so I could put every camera and every satellite on this planet between you and your next breath. I'll burn London to find the street you live on. I'll tear the Crown off my own head and use it as a key. And when I find you - and I will find you - you can wear that quiet little life like a Sunday dress. I'll peel it off you one slow inch at a time. With my teeth, if I have to." - Asher Rowan _____ To the world, Asher Rowan is the Crown Prince of England - the most photographed man on the planet, with three centuries of bloodline and the entire British intelligence apparatus at his back. To Athena, he is just a boy who read books to her at the back of a public library when they were sixteen. She walked away from him seven years ago. Clean breakup. Calm voice. A lie she swore would die in her mouth. She built a small life in London - paint on her wrists, sunshine in her smile - and told herself she made peace with him. She is about to open her phone, and the world is about to show her his face. He took the throne for one reason. To find her. He expects her to be afraid. He expects her to run. What he does not expect is that the sunshine girl from that library never stopped being his. That she did not leave because she stopped loving him. She left because she loved him too much to let him carry her. He built an empire to hunt her. He took a throne to claim her. And he will burn it all down to drag her back into the only ordinary life he was ever allowed to live. _______ "The Royal Prince | 18+" is the special edition of the "Princes of Ardencrest" Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐲𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 [COMPLETED] Just over a decade ago, Princess Amory of Vrovaria saved the life of a young pup and watched the fiery overtaking of her Kingdom, all within the same day. As the last in her line, she wishes to remain forgotten, knowing that being remembered by a newly formed monarch is a promise of death. One person has not forgotten her - Romulus, the once former pup is now a seasoned King ruling a stolen Kingdom. Tirean is in trouble, and the King's councilmen have made a few suggestions on how to fix the disputes the outer packs and humans have against the Realm: Find a Mate and destroy the traitorous Rogues lingering throughout the cities and outside territories. Romulus has a different idea, though. He has loved Amory for more than half of his life, and it's finally time to take claim to the promise he had made to her so long ago. Little does he know, Amory managed to survive. _______ Highest Rankings: #1 Human #1 Undiscovered #1 Healer #1 Rogue #6 Kingdom #86 AlphaKing #200 Mate

After the human race slowly begins to learn about werewolves and their strengths, a handful of military trained individuals scheme to eliminate the Alpha and Luna of America's largest wolf packs. In desperation of keeping the werewolves at bay. Their fatal mistake? They went after Lincoln Hunters and his mate, the former Alpha and Luna of The Blood Hunters Pack. Taking him down meant to send the werewolf kind a message and cripple their leadership. Instead it awakened a storm. Micheal Hunters. Alpha. Business mogul. Predator. Being the current Alpha of his pack and ever expanding territory. He is also the top most valuable businessmen out there. So his existence not only did it make an impact for werewolves but also for the humans. From losing his best friend and trusted Beta, Luc to humans, Michael developed a deep hatred towards humans for their vile, cruel and selfish nature. Assuming the worst of them till he meets his sister Isabella's shy, quiet best friend. Elora. He's drawn to her scent, which can only mean one thing... Elora Hall. Shy. Quiet. Daughter of Army Lieutenant Gregory hall. A prideful man who never admits he's wrong or goes to any length to keep humans in power. A man who sees werewolves as nothing but monsters. Elora is caught between two entirely different worlds. What would she choose? The man who raised her or the wolf who's destined for her. THIS STORY IS PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD ONLY.

In a world run by werewolfs, Elsie West is merely surviving. The day she hears the word "mate" everything changes. Will Elsie learn how to truly live?

"What do you want from me?" I asked the masculine figure in front of me. I couldn't see him through the shadow that seemed to enveloped him, the only things I could only make out were his shining, blood red eyes. Venomous, terrifying, blood red eyes. "You don't know what I want?" He breathes softly against my ear, sending electric shivers through my body. "N-no," I stammered. My voice shaky, my hands sweaty. My brain screamed at me, warning me of the stranger in front of me. Telling me to run, to fight, to scream. Something. He chuckled softly, his horrifying eyes twinkling with amusement of something unknown. "I want you, and what I want, I get." And with that, he bit me. --- Book 1 of the Scarlet Dreams Triology Cover by: @deviation In editing process: by RoyallyImagining

Carter has long since given up on the idea of escape. Now, simply surviving the day-to-day beatings and rape requires her full attention, and the idea of a mate is the furthest thing from her mind. Enter Logan Hale. As the rumors go: cold, calculating, merciless, and deadly. He's too busy running the most powerful pack in the northern hemisphere to have the time or even the desire for a mate. But when the two unlikeliest of people are brought together by nothing other than fate (or a Bond, as it's called) the so-called "ruthless" Alpha of the Gwinn Forest pack finds all his defenses crumbling for the broken, terrified girl. Getting Carter to trust him is a struggle alone, but what about when an unpredictable betrayal threatens not only the Bond, but the two's lives?

- #1 Book in the KINGS series - * * * Two warm hands slip over her shoulders, calloused fingertips ghost over the bone at the nape of her neck, making a shiver run down her spine. Tender hands gather her hair and push the damp lock over her right shoulder. A soft rumble against her neck soothes her nerves, and his forehead presses against the back of her head. And for a moment, they just stand there in complete silence. "I'm sorry." The words escape his mouth in a rasp, "Gods...I'm so sorry." * * * A man who's lost his humanity, drowning his pain in responsibilities, an upcoming war, and his duties. A woman who's lost everything else, fighting against her demons every day, drowning her past in caring for others. A Lycan meets a Human. Strength meets Resilience. Power meets Perseverance. Rough meets Soft. And somehow, these two broken, lost, fundamentally different people are a perfect match. *TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of abuse and rape, explicit sexual content, violence.* Cover by the incredible @icebear Copyright © by @Elle_m2 #1 in abuse the 27/12/20 #1 in mates the 01/05/20

A human is to be seen and not heard, living a life in the shadows. Superior to none. But a Lycan is to take what's his and to claim it. And to him, I was his.