Daisy Thompson is your typical University student; her sleep schedule is practically non-existent, she's barely surviving on her minimum wage job, she's constantly falling behind in her assignments, and the state of her mental health is certainly questionable. When she's not studying or working, she's down at the local gym learning self-defence. But when her shifts at the café change, her gym sessions are forced to change with them. Used to the sparse lunch time numbers, the new, rougher crowd is a shock - especially when she lays eyes on a recent one night stand. [18+]

Rose Langford was raised by her Uncle and Aunt who always encouraged her independent spirit. Deviating from the norm of the ton, she's remained unmarried and quite content. Though perhaps her rationale to stay as she is stems from her own philandering father. And it is that trait itself which has resulted in her distaste in the most renown rakes of England. William Cecil never wanted to wed. But with the consistent badgering of his sister and grandmother - it seems like he has no choice to settle. Childish and impulsive, his eye's are caught by a challenge he hopes to conquer. Though neither party ever wished for the other - a twist of circumstances seems to have tied their fates together.

''Don't you remember, little flower?'' he asked, his voice low and melodic, ''Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.'' ''Perhaps,'' I whispered, ''But Shakespeare was referring to a man...'' He cocked his head in confusion, his eyes growing darker. I leaned forward on the throne and brought my eyes up to meet his in an obvious challenge. ''Not a Queen.'' ~~~~~~ There's a whole side to Mara Monroe that's keeping her from what she was born to do. Coincidentally, it's her human side. Mara's always known that she couldn't choose what family she was born into. Even if it comes with a crown she doesn't want, age-old rivalries she doesn't understand, and a bodyguard she can't seem to shake. There are those that would die before seeing Mara on the throne. Or worse. Kill. *completed Book One*

''I get it,'' he said, ''the sun so loved the moon...'' His voice trailed off. We both knew the story. We knew it all too well. He was looking at me thoughtfully. I, however, turned away. ''What if,'' I began, ''the sun didn't want to die for the moon anymore?'' ~~~~~~~~ There's darkness in West Acres and, no matter how fast the light travels, it will always find that darkness has beaten it. There are decisions to make, battles to fight, wars to win, and Lou's not sure which side she's on. After all, if the darkness is already there, why not embrace it?

Ariel Ripley has always believed that a cushy waitressing job in a dingy coffee shop, in a shitty small town would be all she was set up for in life. But everything changes on one faithful birthday night where things change from boring and predictable to completely supernatural and dangerous, Will Ariel be able to survive these shocking turn of events, or will she go down just like her delusional facade of a normal boring life? It's dark times on Mount Olympus, and a War is brewing between the gods. So things should be looking up when Ares, leader of the revolution and REMARKABLY handsome god of War discovers his one chance of winning the war against his father Zeus, the mortal girl Ariel //THIS BOOK IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK//

a retelling of the tale of persephone and hades --- highest rankings - #1 in greek, god, greek mythology, hades, hecate, olympus --- ❝she wore silk dresses and flower crowns, she was soft and she was loved and then she was stolen, this is the story they tell, they don't speak of her rages, where she would pull rain from the clouds and the flowers turned black beneath her feet, they don't speak of how she laughed when icarus fell from the sky in golden plume they do not speak of how she grew flowers because she liked watching them fade and die and they do not speak of how she pounded at the gates of hell until they opened and how she let the pomegranate juice drip from her smiling lips and how even hades trembles under her gaze❞ --- word count: 37 431

Time... a soul leeching component that desires to disrupt every object in its path. Including hot tempered young girls with scarlet hair. Four long years had passed since Emoriah's mother had been murdered and stolen before her eyes. For four years she had been imprisoned within the castle by her own father and forced to listen to the ideals of how a proper young lady should act. But she played along and became the demure young lady her father so very desired. When in reality she was searching for a way off the island. To find her mother's murderers. Before she can embark on her new adventure, she runs into a dark calculating man she hadn't seen in years. A powerful man who once made her young heart flutter and temper flare. Time had changed the young man she once thought she knew. Now silent and colder than ever, he demands to join her on the departure from the island. An action they would soon discover held much more than they bargained for. As they embark their way off the island and out into the open ocean they face a new hidden danger just below their feet. A threat they thought to be merely an ancient myth. Will this treacherous danger open the hearts of the fiery feminist and her heartless Dragon Lorde? Well, that's for you to find out. The sequel to 'The Dragon Lorde' Also!! I was never able to find the photographer of this picture. So pls dm me if you know:)

"Yes, I am!!!" Kaede leans down to her ear his hot breath tickling her cheek in a tantalizing way, as swooping butterflies made way to her stomach. "I see. But that doesn't change the fact that you're a idiotic female, who will only serve as a distraction." The fluttering butterflies froze in her stomach and spiraled into icy icicles, as fury wraped tightly around her mind. "Indeed, I am a girl. But I'm also an idiotic girl who will follow you anyway. Even if her insufferable bodyguard says no." Emoriah, whispers threateningly. Kaede's dark penetrating gaze burns Emoriah to her core, as he peers down on her frame with a hardened expression upon his face. "You're playing a losing game Emoriah. But very well come. It seems I have no other choice." Emoriah smiles behind her hand before lifting her eyes to meet his stormy gaze. "No, you really don't." .. Emoriah isn't just an average 15-year-old girl. She grew up bullied without a fatherly figure. But what made her different was the day she burned her school down. That's when the numerous secrets spilled their way from her mother's lips. Emoriah learned she wasn't as human as she thought. That her father never left them but went missing. But most importantly he was a king. A king of another world. A world of dragons, creatures, and demons from hell. With her feminist views and fiery spirit she'll let no man stand in her way. But could one icy mask of a boy change her mind? Well, that's for you to find out. #11 comedy 7/19/19 #1 Featured 7/13/19 #6 Feminism 6/19/19 #9 fantasy 6/28/19 #9 1800s 7/9/19 #10 Adventure 6/27/19 #3 Elves!! 4/30/19 #9 Fae 4/29/19 #25 action 6/27/19 Also!! I was never able to find the photographer of this picture. So pls dm me if you know:)

(COMPLETED | UNDER EDITING) Fresh out of college, Veronica Odair is hired as a forensic scientist at the infamous B.E.A.R. Laboratories. She is put to work on the classified Tekula Project, but certain events lead her to question her job. What is so dangerous about Level 5? Why do her tests come back increasingly strange? What secrets are B.E.A.R. Laboratories hiding? Veronica plans to find out. ▪▪▪ Brown eyes, nearly obscured by rich locks of dark hair, stare into my light green ones with an intensity which nearly causes my knees to wobble. I can hear nothing but the thudding of my heart beating wildly in my chest, the sounds of the sirens turning into white noise at the back of my mind. I back up until my spine connects with the elevator doors. I shiver as my bare arms come in contact with the cool metal. "Someone help me, please," I beg. The man stalks closer still. His eyes are fixed solely on me, unmoving, intense. His fists are clutched tightly against his sides, as though restraining himself in some way. Restraining himself from what, I don't want to know. The man stops only an arm's length away from me. I stare up at him with wide eyes, my lips parted in fear. I stand frozen, unable to move. I shut my eyes, turning my head away. Laboured breathing, the touch of fingertips on my bare shoulder, breath on my lips. A heavy, deep inhale. Slow exhale. A forehead against mine, shaky hands cupping the back of my neck, fingertips sliding into my red locks. My eyes open to meet the warmest pair of honey eyes. Cover by AnnaCharles16 #4 in ROMANCE? THE HECK? #2 in Werewolf #1 in Young Adult #1 in Lycanthrope ~ ~ ~ Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL