"Make me a woman...your woman," she whispered so innocently. I had waited for this moment for so long and had planned every detail in my mind, but all of those details were lost now. I wanted to use foreplay just to get her ready. she was already slick, but it wouldn't be enough "Do it Blake...hurry," she whispered before her small tongue darted out and licked my lips.I groaned at the innocent look in her eyes, it always drove me wild. Her fingers found his hard shaft and guided it to her virginity.......... Meet Angel, Angel is the innocent, red head, sixteen year old youngest daughter of the Beta. She is unable to shift due to certain factors and has a troubled past that seems to be coming back to life once more, but one would never know from her crazy antics, naive mindset and immature ways. She is occasionally bullied, but manages to keep her smile through anything and everything. She has overprotective best and only friend, Ashley, who seems to be the only one who can tolerate Angels antics and who will protect her in a heart beat from guys and girls. Now throw in Blake, the soon to alpha, he's relaxed, down to earth and completely clueless about Angel being the betas youngest daughter. So what happens when he find out they're mates. Watch Angel grow throughout the pages and confront her past, present and future with the help of Blake. So join Blake and Angel in their crazy, funny and completely ridiculously journey of love and acceptance. *Warning Angel is a fun, loving, immature characters, it will take awhile to get her mature it does't happen overnight*

"Do you Alexandra Blu take Raymond Messi has your husband to love and cherish to death do has part". "I do" I said. Little did I know that would bring me pain, heart brake and love. Alexandra is sold away to billionaire Raymond Messi to help pay off her parents debt. But ends up marrying him has apart of the deal. Alexandra has a lot to learn about being in love and what it means to be in love, one thing she must remember is that not all things are what they appear to be, so will she and the others be able to hang on in this twisted love story... PICTURES AND MUSIC USED IN STORY DO NOT BELONG TO ME ALL RIGHTS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS! NOT EDITED ~All Rights Reserved ~

Once upon a time, In land far far away (lol Australia), There lived a boy And a girl. Her name was Eleanor Bridges, His was Damien Clarke. And, For petty reasons, This boy called this girl Princess. To mock her, Annoy her, And infuriate her. She preferred the more traditional nickname of 'Di*k" to refer to him. They met by chance, Much to both their dismays, But after that first glance, They always seemed to cross pathways. He glared at her at first, She yelled at him to no ends But when the fire would calm They accepted each other as -meh- friends After the many chance meetings And the many rude greetings They learnt to tolerate each other Shocklingly, they didn't mind one another. Once they were enemies, Then those feelings began to fade Only to make their relationship More confusing by the day. Of Course there are other in their lives, That kept shattering their laughter, Because of these other people it seemed impossible To dream of 'happily ever after' Once this boy called her Princess As a joke, A lie, An insult. But as time passed Slowly, at last, He began to belive in Fairy Tales She slowly saw him as a Prince, Too But there is always a witch, And the bad guys Even in the most real of all Fairy Tales And there isn't always, Happily Ever After

she loved him, but he didn't. [16+] for cursewords, drinking and mental illness.

"Fucking hell, you again. Why the fuck can't you leave me alone?" I could smell his signature scent of smoke mixed with Yves Saint Laurent Cologne. It drew me into him even more, despite his death stares that were piercing through my soul. "Because I-i-i think I got a fetish for-" His forehead creased in confusion. "Your hate." "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" He pushed my shoulders so I stumbled backwards noticeably. A flicker of concern glazed his eyes, but was rapidly replaced by a look of pure hatred. And...lust? - I promise you, this isn't cliché. Detailed description will be in the pre-reading shenanigans (aka warnings). Enjoy! MATURE CONTENT ;)

UNDER CONSTRUCTION Copyright © 2016 by Daniell Nicole Saint Charles. All Rights Reserved.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest declares and I turn to face the man in front of me. I force a smile onto my face as he leans in, and try not to upchuck that shot of Tequila I drank in order to go through with this. Coercion, that's how I got to the front of the altar in the old traditional white dress. With over a hundred guests, half which I don't even know their name, staring at us with awe on their faces. An outside wedding, a beautiful ring, everything any girl out there would've wanted, so why am I trying not to empty the contents of my stomach as my new husband's lips connect with mine? I didn't want any of this with him, the conniving blue eyed bastard with a voice that can melt anyone. He forced me. Yep, Roman Ferrar forced me into marrying him by putting the stakes too high for me to deny. He strolled into the hospital room with that damn Armani suit and smirk on his face, making the offer of a lifetime. Well, that was until I figured out what the cost to such a generous offer would be. Unfortunately, it was an offer I could not decline, or should I say he wouldn't let me decline. Putting all types of obstacles in my way, making it impossible for me to even breathe, until I said 'I do'. Now, I'm Ember Ferrar, and I want my freedom. Even if it takes killing my new husband, Till Death Do Us Part, right?

(Sequel to The Bully's Nerd; Second Book in the Breaking Tomorrow Series) She was looking to clear her head. She wanted to forget him. She wanted to rip him from any and every one of her senses. He wanted her. He couldn't get her out of his head. He didn't want to let her go even if she let him go. One thing they both heard was, sometimes what you let go is exactly what you needed. Story by: _aime_ All Rights Reserved

I'm not sure why he took me. I have no idea who he is or what he looks like, and I have no idea why he took me, but he did. He kidnapped me fourteen years ago and put me in a prison where I'm watched and kept for him by a violent pack that he pays. I've been watching and waiting for a chance to escape. After fourteen years of waiting, my captors have finally made a mistake, the biggest mistake of their lives. They've taken something precious from the Lycan King. They stole from the king, who took his throne through blood and death. Blutrünstig, the bloodthirsty king. Everything is going to change...