Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Alpha Jacob could not love even if he tried to, he never really believed in mates, he was a player who just used girls for one night stands and that's all. Omega Amelia is one of the eight children of Alpha Aaron of the black woods pack and is long awaiting for her mate. What happened when finally that Jacob wanted to learn how to love and Amelia was now far away from his grasp on her. ********** The man with the strongest pack on Earth and the lady who was just an ordinary Omega who became a rouge after being used for a one night stand is now taking care of the Alpha's son. Would they meet once again, after she ran away will they love each other again and will they finally make up a family.

A campus thriller: suspense, murder & one handsome roommate. ***** When Haley Bell is offered a scholarship to study at the exclusive Woodcreek College, famous for moulding the world's brightest thinkers, politicians and entrepreneurs, she jumps at the opportunity. Except when she arrives, the murders start. In a campus hidden from civilisation in the mountains of Colorado, Haley's classmates are slowly turning up dead. As the bodies pile up and eyes of suspicion turn on her, Haley finds that there's a reason why she was brought to Woodcreek. And it wasn't to study. "That opening line will hook you (I still think about it) & it DOESN'T STOP! I binged this like crazy" - Leah, Sr. Editorial Manager @ HQ [[word count: 90,000-100,000 words]] Cover designed by Ellie Sita

Blackout is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access the the Original Edition for free and the Books Edition upon purchase. Allie doesn't believe the car crash that caused her amnesia was an accident. She knows the truth is hidden in her past, but maybe some secrets are best left forgotten. ***** When Allie Castillo wakes up after a terrible car crash with a severe case of amnesia, she wonders if there's more to the accident than meets the eye. Returning to a life she can't remember, she starts uncovering who she was before the crash, and the answers aren't comforting. Chased by nightmares that feel more like memories, and urged by a mysterious classmate eager to help her remember, Allie finds herself on a dangerous path once more. Escaping the past isn't going to be easy, especially when her survival now depends on remembering who she used to be. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]]

{𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.} on hold "𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚." 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 "𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐞𝐲𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 "𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. | # 7 in period July 29| | #5 in crimeboss July 29 | |#1 in

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

"Why the fucking hell can't you just leave me alone? Don't you get it that I don't love you nor I ever will. Get that through that thick brain of yours. I don't do love and even if I ever will, I would never love an ugly piece of trash like you. You are just waste of space. So get the fuck out of my face and don't ever talk to me." I yelled at her. I poured my entire day's anger on her. I looked up to see the hurt expression on her face and guilt pooled inside me instantly. I am Dylan Right aka The Golden Boy of the hell hole named Cross High - High School and this is the journey of my senior year in Cross High!

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Down-on-her-luck Aubrey gets the job offer of a lifetime, with one catch: her ex-husband is her new boss. *** Aubrey Whitlock's life is turned upside down after her divorce, leaving her an unemployed, broke, and single 29-year-old. A chance meeting with her ex throws her for a loop again when he makes her an offer: come work with him as his assistant. Now a self-made billionaire, Bryce Roberts is just as infuriating-and good-looking-as he was the first time around. Their marriage was disastrous, but their chemistry is stronger than ever. Will they ever mend their relationship, or will it be nothing more than a heated game of seduction? And what will happen when Bryce discovers the secrets Aubrey has been keeping from him after all this time?