Skylar lives in a world where her pack is slowly and deliberately being obliterated by the merciless Black Mountains Pack, led by their vicious and cruel Alpha, Gabriel. So what happens when she learns that the tyrant Gabriel is her soul mate? Soon, Skylar will discover that there is much more to Gabriel than meets the eye, and there are dark forces surrounding them that will put both of their packs in great danger. --- ((IMPORTANT: I am going to start editing this, slowly, chapter by chapter. I feel like my writing has improved drastically since I began work on this book, and I'd love for My Dark Knight to reflect that. I do want to get it published one day, so the book may be going through some minor changes, though nothing drastic, at least on Wattpad... )) This story has been completed as of 10/14/13. All rights reserved.

Maisie never expected her quiet life as a schoolteacher to collide with Tucker's - a gruff firefighter carrying more scars than he lets show. But when a call for help brings them together, everything begins to change. On Tucker's peaceful farm, with wide skies and creaking porch swings, Maisie finds a kind of stillness she didn't know she needed. And Tucker, long used to solitude and silence, discovers what it means to be truly seen. Slowly, gently, they begin to untangle the pain in each other's pasts, drawn closer by shared glances, soft laughter, and the growing comfort of something like home. As love roots itself between them, unexpected turns reshape their world - bringing both challenge and grace in equal measure. Together, they learn that family can be something you build with your hands and heart. A moving, quiet love story about healing, trust, and the kind of life you choose - one moment, one morning, one person at a time.

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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

Lily Breighton will do anything to save her dying father. Even trespass in forbidden werewolf territory to find a legendary healing flower. But when she's caught by the territory's cursed alpha, she strikes a dangerous bargain: one year as his pack's healer in exchange for the cure. As Lily works to ease the pack's suffering, the line between healer and patient begins to blur, and she discovers that breaking a blood curse might cost her more than just her freedom-it might cost her heart.

(Complete) Lilac Green has a secret. A big one. But, that's nothing new. She's used to keeping secrets, and she's used to telling lies. Lilac can lie to anyone, until she meets a handsome boxer who sets her body on fire. Suddenly, she finds herself wanting to tell the truth. "Literally the best books I've ever read on this app!" - @seraphilc "This book really made me feel things. This is one of those books I'll never forget" - @dudeidevenk "This book was amazing. Intriguing plot line mixed with captivating writing style. I 100% think everyone should read it!"- @EatingMegannnnn ***** "You're telling me you don't feel this?" He surprised me by asking. He was looking at me in a way that me feel like I was already naked. "Feel what?" I asked him, even though I knew exactly what he was talking about. The air between us was so thick, it was almost suffocating. Like we were made of two completely different ingredients that were begging to be mixed together. "This attraction between us, Lilac," he whispered out, placing his hands on either side of my head against the wall, trapping me from escaping him. Not that I wanted to.

"I warned you, you live under Roman law now. And you violated it. You touched what is mine. The punishment for that is ... death." Plunging his sword into the attacker's chest, the Centurion let the man fall and bleed out on the ground. Aelynn shrieked, causing Marcus to direct his full attention to her. The girl was cowering in the corner of the room. She hid her face in her hands, and he heard her muffled sobs. Slowly, Marcus sheathed his gladius and approached her shivering figure. *************************************************************** An enemies-to-lovers story set in ancient times when the Roman Empire was at the peak of its power and extending its control over Britain. And in the middle of it, a kind Celtic girl Aelynn and a Roman Centurion Marcus notorious for his brutality and cold-heartedness. Two worlds that could not be more different from each other collide. What would become of them? *** This story contains war / death scenes and other mature topics. Please read with caution. I'll also appreciate your comments, thoughts and pointing out mistakes. The pictures don't belong to me. Only the plot and characters do.

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.