"Hey what's your problem guy?" I said looking at the most sexiest guy I have ever seen in my life. He was really tall with sexy green eyes that felt like they were staring into my soul. "Mine!" The sexy stranger said growling a bit still angry. Wait growl wait mine what the h e double hockey sticks. No words managed to leave my lips as he stood staring at me .................................................. Katy is human Lucas is werewolf. When Lucas meets Katy at a club and kidnaps her do they live happily ever after ?

I was walking to my locker when I heard someone calling for somebody. "Hey! Little cutie!" They called. I kept waking, since no one noticed me and I doubted that it would've started then. It was a hallway full of cute girls, all of them much cuter than me, so why would they be calling for me? They whistled. "Shortie with the ponytail!" They called, their voice now closer to me. I still kept walking to my locker since there were still several other girls, who were taller than me but still relatively short, wearing ponytails. I felt a light tap on my shoulder once I got to my locker. I turned around and my breath caught in my throat at who was talking to me. Maximus King. The hottest guy in all of Hillside High. With his jet black hair that was always messy but still looked amazing, his steel grey eyes that all the girls talked about, his sharp jawline that could cut someone, his tall, six-foot five inches form that towered over me, and his strong form that could easily take out pretty much all of the guys in school, he was what every girl looked for. He had a bit of a bad reputation, well, a lot of a bad reputation, but most girls didn't care about that. I cared, and was very afraid of him and all of his friends except for Xander. In fact, if he had a reputation of sleeping around, I think I would've avoided him like the plague. Good thing he only flirted with girls and never slept, kissed, or touched them. "Hey, shortie, I was talking to you," he said with his deep voice. I cleared my throat after a few seconds of me gaping at him. "S-sorry. I-I didn't k-know," I squeaked. He chuckled. "I even said 'shortie with the ponytail!' yet you still didn't know." I gulped. "That's cute," he said. Amethyst Stone, a short, four-foot eleven inches girl that Maximus King has taken an interest to. When? You'll find out. Why? He could tell you, but don't get your hopes up. Will it work out? Read if you really want to know. 12/21/18- 8/8/19- 12/27/20

Melody Grant never thought her life would take the turn it did. After the death of her father, Melody moves cross country with her dog, Coal to get away from all the memories and an ex-fiancé. Melody had no idea that life would continue to throw curveballs her way in the form of some friendly, neighborhood bikers.

Bullet the VP of the HellFire Souls MC meets Lavender Quinn an innocent girl that has been held captive in her home by her abusive businessman Father people have no idea lavender exists except for the staff of the mansion that is her prison when the two meet will lavender be frightened by bullets tuff and scary exterior or will she finally find the one who will run through fire to protect her

Juliet and Bolt, two young lovers, two broken hearts. After years of separation Bolt and Juliet find each other again, will fate finally let the pair fall in love or is Juliet destined for unrequited love forever? Bolt is full of fire and rage, madness and malice. He is feared throughout his club and all the rest, the live in hell hound, interrogator and executioner in one. In all his years only one has ever tamed his vengeance-Juliet. She is soft and quiet, she spends her days reading books with love stories that have happy endings and working as a doctor in the local hospital. Her days are monotonous and isolated. So when the boy she never wanted to lose, the man she hoped to forget, appears at the hospital, fate seems to be giving her another chance at loving him, or another broken heart...

In a world where humans and shifters coexist, a coming-of-age story unfolds with Ashlynn at its center. Turning 18 in three days, Ashlynn eagerly anticipates the evaluation that will determine her classification among the two main categories: Dominant or Submissive. With intricate sub-classifications like sub, slave, pet, or little for humans, and Dom, Master/Mistress, or Daddy/Mommy for shifters, the stakes are high. As Ashlynn navigates her tumultuous environment, haunted by her mother's unchecked wrath and her own fragile existence, she teeters on the edge of a society where abuse is unforgivable and justice is swift. As her mother's actions lead to a devastating reckoning, Ashlynn's story unfolds.

Viper and Doretha alike have lost love in their lives. They stumble through the world, existing not living, aching not healing. So when Doretha's sister invites her to leave the toxic household she has been trapped in for 24 years and she arrives in Canada, she meets a man with the same lamenting aura. For the first time since her pain, an ember glimmers in her chest. Viper never expected to find love in the form of Astrid's sister. As soon as she appears from behind Bear, his heart is stolen. Can the two heal themselves together, or will their pain cause them to implode and drag each other to despair?

Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.