HIGHEST RANK: #4 as of 3/8/17 *PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 16 YEARS OLD, THIS BOOK IS NOT PERFECT BY ANY MEANS. PLEASE BARE THIS ALL IN MIND WHEN READING.* "Your defiance isn't appreciated, Angel." Adrian murmured into my ears, causing shivers to snake their way down my spine. "You're dominance isn't appreciated, alpha." I sneered while leaning away from him and his masculine scent. "Dominance is something that you will get used to, I will always dominant you, I am above you, you may be my mate but I will always be your superior. Don't forget it. Adrian explained in a harsh voice. "Well defiance is something that you'll get to because I will constantly defy you, you may be my mate but I'll always defy you, alpha." "I'll break you-you defying little she-wolf." Adrian replied with a wicked smirk. "You won't, you can chain me up, lock me up, anything, I will never surrender to you." *** Angel has always been defiant, more defiant than most wolves. When her family grows sick of her defiance they send her off to the most deadliest alpha of all; Adrian Nixon. Learning Adrian is her mate she is thrown into a world of chaos where she faces abuse, kidnapping, devious alpha's and a darkness she never knew was possible. Angel is the light to Adrian's darkness, so will she guide the ruthless male? Will she submit to his dominating ways? Or will she defy him and eventually lead herself to freedom? Beautiful cover by LegitSingle edited summary by: natystars WARNING VERY DARK AND RAW. Started Nov 23 2016 Completed Feb 24 2017

Diana Brooke, a hunter with an infamous title that can reign terror even to the hearts of grown men, ventures on an undercover mission set on the other side of the border; wolf territory. It's a simple assignment; blend in, return, and report. After all, what's so hard about acting meek in an academy brimming with teenage wolves, even with the succeeding Alpha among them? Dark secrets, caffeine addiction, and a dash of wickedness brewing in their midst. Will Diana be conquered by the wolves? Or will she conquer them? Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf

Walking up the stairs I hear-a woman? With brisk steps I open the door and gasp "What the hell?" Micheal looks up, stopping his movement "Ma-maisy." I slam the door running down the steps hearing him yell behind me. I have no second thoughts while getting in my car speeding away and leaving the only man I loved. •This is a rewritten version of 'The runaway wife' which is currently on my profile {completed}•

Elerie is living her life to its fullest... not until the day her pack was brutally murdered. She was left all alone. Fate seems to be her number one enemy when her mate rejected her when she needs him the most. Devastated and with a broken heart, she left the town -carrying with her the pain from yesterday. So what will happen if she returns -after some years with a new identity but same old baggages- bringing her evil plans to ruin those people who made her life as shitty as hell? Ain't no grace. Ain't no mercy. Ain't no heart. Vengeance is not God's, it's hers.

Incubus ● A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with women.

"I will enter you from behind." Cecilia Hawthorne has a very dull and boring sex life; at least that's what she thinks. Her days are filled with the lame desk job sorting out customer reviews and complaints while her nights are deadly lethargic. But everything changes when the Boss finds her masturbating in the photocopy room. Warning: The story is just too mature. If I find any underage reader...I cannot do anything actually ?

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

❝Let me make that tingling sensation in between your thighs disappear, it will take only a moment, Red.❞ Only 60% of book is free / Sample only Red lived in a small town in Pennsylvania with her grandmother. The town was known to invite supernatural creatures every year. Whenever the mating season struck, it was a ritual for young women, human or not to stand partly dressed in the town center, blindfolded and ready be taken by the wild beasts lurking in the forest. Things take a twist when Red turns eighteen and she's ordered to participate in the ritual. Blindfolded on the night of evil, innocent Red is devoured by a man who called himself the Alpha. 18+ mature themes are included regularly.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)