How it all began... She was his from the moment she laid eyes on him... At 10:45pm, he was summoning her to his VIP room. At midnight, he was bringing her to orgasm with his hands on her breasts. By 1:30am, she was lying on her back in his hotel room, selflessly giving him her virginity. Tristan Knight is distractedly gorgeous, irresistibly seductive, enviably talented, and an amazing lover. He also happens to be one of the biggest pop stars in the world. He could have any woman in the world but there is only one that he wants: Serenity. Before Tristan, Serenity Harris' days mainly consisted of trying to keep her heroin-addicted mother away from her abusive boyfriend and off the streets. Her mother's habit is sucking their household dry and finding a way to keep food in the house and the lights on is wearing Serenity down. Most days she finds it impossible to keep a smile on her face and hope in her heart. Then she meets Tristan and everything changes. He is like a breath of clean fresh air in her world full of darkness, hopelessness and uncertainty. From first glance, the chemistry between Tristan and Serenity is immediate and explosive. His fame and worldwide travel is a challenge for their budding relationship, not to mention the drama her best friend Kara and Serenity's addicted mother throws into the fray, but it's impossible for she and Tristan to stay away from one another. But budding love, endless lust, and long-winded euphoria doesn't always equal happily ever after. Tristan has a reputation. And it's not going away just because he happens to fall in love. Tristan is book two in the series and is not a stand-alone novel. It can be read before Mine, all Mine but in order to grasp the full story and history of Serenity and Tristan's challenging relationship, the author suggests reading Book I (Mine, all Mine) first. There are four books in the series.

When I entered the lottery to have my application fee waived for a shot at attending Wiltshire University I never thought I would get in. I mean, Wiltshire University is THE University; you know, the one that people would literally cut off their left arm to get into. No really, it was a thing. There was this whole expose a decade ago about a kid who cut off their left arm thinking it would make them a shoo-in with the admissions board. It didn't. He ended up at Duke. It's a real cautionary tale. Anyways, when the acceptance packet arrived, I thought it was a fluke, or I was on a reboot of Punkd; I was totally not signing that release. Well, either Ashton 2.0 is playing the long game, or my acceptance was real. Either way, I left my two best friends behind to become a Gryphaera; everything was falling into place for me to have an amazing life. Was. I've been at Wiltshire for a few weeks now and my only friends here are the ladies who swipe my ID card in the dining hall. I mean, you know us girls with our besties, we are always all "Next." "Hi! Sorry, I had my ID just a second ago. Boiling out there today, huh? Ok, well, thanks. Have a nice day!". I dare you to claim I'm not killing it in the friend department. Fine, it's pathetic; I know. Not as pathetic as lying to everyone back home about how great things are here at Wiltshire. Oh, and I somehow got myself evicted from my dorm, like, while I was at class; or I walked right into a quarantined building. I'm a little fuzzy on the details. Is that a side effect of the plague? I should google that... Plus, bonus, someone is leaving me taunting voicemails and cryptic notes. See! Killing it in the friend department! That's how I found myself scouring the isolated underground tunnel of Wiltshire's historic bell tower, because a note told me to. Have I mentioned I'm totes brilliant? That's where I meet him; in the tunnel, not in the blinding light of my brilliance. That's where my life really changes.

I stood there for a few minutes staring into the sky, crying, wondering why this was happening to me. These were the people I cried to showing my vulnerability. The same people that wiped my tears and told me everything was going to be okay. The entire time they were the ones causing me pain. I turned around to go back in, I wouldn't let them get away with this. How dare they abuse my emotions like this? I had to confront them. No, I had to do so much more than just confront them. They should feel the pain they put me through. I didn't have to confront them, I had to get even. I had to get revenge. ▪▪▪ A girl set out to get back at her tormentors, would she be able to succeed? Throw in a mysterious new boy who makes it hard to focus on anything but his body, let alone revenge. The journey of revenge is just beginning but it's not like there's a Guide to Revenge.

He had dark eyes, eyes that looked as chaotic and lively as a rushing river, but they always gazed at me with tenderness. Large, rough hands capable of destroying and causing immense pain, but he always touched me gently. He was tall, tall enough to loom over me but it only made his embrace feel that much safer. He was powerful, enough to use his status to get what he wanted but he never wielded it wrongly. All of that sounded lovely, but he was asking for too much, far more than I wanted to give. The price of my refusal however was too high. I would have to give in. Credits for the lovely cover go to @HellsTorturer

"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch. "They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room. "Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him. "Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @STESLARA

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

My hands started to tremble as I gazed at him under my eyelashes, I know I'm in deep shit and my punishment is going to be severe. "Strip," his voice is a barely whisper but I heard it clearly. I started pushing my nigh gown sleeve strap as he observed my every move sitting on the high sofa, sipping his whiskey. My silk nightgown which I've been wearing slid down making me stand bare in front of him. The cold air in the room hit my skin making my tits harden. His eyes drank every inch of my skin slowly. I can already feel the excitement down there, my body automatically reacts to him. "On bed, open your legs." I did whatever he said even though I feel too shy to sit like as he watches my wet pussy. "Rub yourself." My eyes widen slightly as I never rubbed myself, it's new to me.

Long ago, in a small town called Asteaia, a baby - very different from any other - was born. Discarded by his mother and shunned by the town he lived in, the boy grew up in misery, darkness and pain. One day, the boy runs into the dark and mysterious forest which surrounds one side of his town and life as he knows it changes, forever.

Valdus Castellanos, the king of werewolves, a ruthless monster, a beast, as known by many, waited for ages for his mate. Years passed, but nothing changed. He could go to any extent to find that one person who will be the sole owner of his heart, the person he'll do anything for. When will the moon goddess finally pity this beast? Mabel, a young innocent girl of 17 was the purest and kindest soul one could find. But life had not been very fair to her. What happens when the cold and monstrous king finds his oblivious mate, who knows nothing about the world of mythical creatures? P. S. Constructive criticism is welcomed.

Colin Hendrix has been alpha for several centuries. He is cruel to those who wrong him and he takes revenge without a second thought. His mate, murdered long ago, is a thought which is a mere ghost at the back of his mind. That is, until he stumbles across her in a garden on a trip to another pack. Sweet, innocent Grace has never seen the outside of her yard. She rarely sees anyone other than her Aunt Avyanna and a woman who calls herself the Mother Luna. She's haunted by dreams that feel more like memories built upon the life of a princess and a man who can turn into a wolf. ****** Grace kneeled in front of one of the planters, her hands cupping a small tomato plant. Gently placing the fragile plant into a hole she had already dug, she pushed down on the dirt around it to hold it in place. Satisfied with her work, she leaned back and dusted her hands off on her apron. She stood and turned around, only to see a large man looking at her. "Who are you?" He felt a slight pain bloom in his chest at that, he knew it was her, and he couldn't fathom her forgetting him. Grace took a step ask, ready to run and find her aunt. "I'm Colin Hendrix, the warrior alpha." He said, moving closer to her. She grew pale and looked to the ground in submission and fear. "What is your name, little one?" He growled lowly, pushing her chin up to meet his eyes. "G-Grace, alpha." "Adelisa..." It was her, he felt the bond course through his veins like lava. Grace was her middle name, and clearly Adelisa was an odd name for the modern era. "How...how do you know my first name?" She asked, her hands trembling. "You are mine." He said, wrapping his arms around her, "My mate." Book 1: (Quasi-optional) The Lycan Knight (it sucks tho)