BxB --------- Torin Frey has a crush. With his eighteenth birthday right around the corner, he'll soon be able to identify his Mate. Hopefully it's the male he's always had his eyes on.

Throughout the whole of Evan's life, he was convinced he was a sinner. Raised by his psychotic brother who was the Alpha of his pack, Evan believes that he has bad blood and will inherit his brothers traits. Evan is a damaged and broken teenager who just wanted to get away from his past life. After he is rescued from his brothers pack, Evan is given a chance to start his life again without trials and tribulations. And a part of that was finding his mate. Except he wasn't expecting his mate to be Caleb Vella. Tall, lean and heavily tattooed, Caleb is remembered for having the deadliest father known to the werewolf world. How will Evan adjust to being the mate of an Alpha? . This story will include: - Strong Language - Sexual Content - Selfharm - Mature Themes - Violence . This book is going to be extremely dark. This book also continues on from His Second Chance and Not The Beta's Mate but can be read as a stand alone.

Highest rank: #1 in Teen-Fiction and sci-fi romance, #1 mindreader, #2 humor Aaron's special power might just be the coolest- or scariest- thing ever! It's always helped with his bad-boy reputation, his rightfully arrogant all-knowing intimidation seemed to go a long way with his love life and somehow also his education. Until he met Violet, one of the smartest girls in school; a girl he's been using for years, zoning in on her mind to ultimately cheat on exams and steal the title of valedictorian. Until one day, Violet failed him. Her mind wandered all over the place- her parent's divorce, her breakup, and he couldn't help but sympathize. But Violet's a smart girl, who knows how long it'll take before she finds out. Aaron depends so much on his mind-reading capabilities that when they suddenly disappear- so does everything he hasn't worked for. His secret was like Samson and his hair, once it's told, the magic's all gone. Word count: [85,000 - 92,000] *** Copyright © 2021 #1 TEEN FICTION #1 mindreader #1 sci-fi romance #8 romance #2 humor #1 puberty #1 superpowers #1 sweet #35 comedy For business inquiries, please contact: wattpadveronicasoli@gmail.com BOOK 1 of the Mind Reader Series

Dario Romano, also known as Beast, is a hardened police officer and volunteer firefighter. The last thing he expected while on a crime scene is for a nineteen-year-old homeless boy with wild hair and owl eyes to take his hand. #1 - bl | January 27, 2021 #1 - boyxman | February 11, 2021 #1 - cops | February 12, 2021 #3 - boyxboy | February 20, 2021 #2 - bxb | April 28, 2021 #1 - cute | May 1, 2021 #1 - mxb | May 1, 2021 #2 - manxboy | May 9, 2021 #2 - manxman | May 9, 2021 #1 - bxm | May 15, 2021 #1 - bxblove | May 21, 2021 #16 - gay | May 26, 2021 #3 - gaylove | May 27, 2021 #3 - mxm | May 31, 2021 #1 - policeofficer | January 26, 2022 #1 - nypd | January 26, 2022 #1 - cop | March 18, 2022 #1 - police | September 1, 2022 #1 - newyork | October 14, 2022 #1 - boyxboyromance | January 16, 2023 #12 - love | May 20, 2023 #2 - crime | October 7, 2023

Henley agrees to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for a fee, falling in love as she wonders - how is he involved in her brother's false conviction? ****** Henley Linden's brother is in jail for a crime he didn't commit, and she'll take any job to raise the money needed to free him. Soon, she's agreed to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for ten thousand dollars, so his mother will ease up the pressure on him to find a wife. But once Henley is enmeshed in Bennett's world, he falls for her, and she starts to have feelings for him as well. Despite her romance with Bennett, as she grows closer to the Calloways, Henley realizes they are somehow involved in her brother's conviction. Journeying deeper into a world of wealth and conspiracies, Henley is forced to rely on Bennett, though doing so could cost her everything. [[word count: 200,000-250,000 words]]

They call them enforcers-They are the ones that come in and clean up when laws have been broken. They are the most feared and strongest of us. They were the ones who couldn't live peacefully in the packs so they decided to make use of them. Soliditary wolves with alpha personalities. I am not like them. I'm worse. I'm a considered a rogue. Something that must be hunted down an exterminated. I'm not a bad person and I've never hurt anyone in my life but my wolf, I can't control her when I shift. We saw something when we were young. My whole pack was slaughter before our eyes and now my wolf is like a wounded animal she lashes out at times unable to tell between friend and foes. A uncontrollable wolf is dangerous in a pack. That is why I chose to live as a rogue, hiding from the werewolf committee and their laws. Luckily I've learned to blend in very well but when I end up in the wrong place at the wrong time my peaceful life quickly comes to an end. Now I'm the prisoner of the enforcers who should have killed me. Why haven't they killed me? Well because by some cruel trick my mate turned out to be their leader. Now I'm stuck with someone who isn't sure if he should kill me or if he should take me to his bed. Don't I get a say in any of this? How could this possibly get any worse... Cover by @PANANABELS

Electra Jaeger is a dagger wielding, gun flashing huntress, hunting down the creatures of darkness. When it comes to the paranormal she's not picky--werewolves, ghouls, vampires, witches. It's all in a night's work. The Jaeger children were brought into the life after their mother's death at the hands of a werewolf, and it's all they've known since. Now, Electra's the only one who finds peace in the hunt. She hunts for her mother and herself, turning into a closed off, carefully guarded young woman. It's the routine that works for her until one person changes it all. He's new, he's straight-forward, and oh so confident, and for some reason his sights are set on Electra. She never expected to fall for anyone, let alone someone who didn't know about the paranormal world, but Jared's closer to the subject than she thinks. Electra realizes that the world of the paranormal is more complex than she'd thought, and she's forced to make a decision: to risk her life as well as the life of the man she loves, or to turn away and never look back. She must decide what she can live without. Who will she betray? Her family or herself? Find out in, The Huntress.

Amelia Hayden is busy senior at college with no time for boys, parties or fun. This all changes one Halloween night after she accidentally finds herself at the center of a cruel prank that sees her being offered up to the local legend, the Prince of Darkness, as his virginal bride. Believing the urban myth to be untrue Mia sets out to disprove it but is surprised when the Prince of Darkness turns up to claim his bride. Mia unexpectedly finds herself married to the handsome and mysterious Prince Luc. As Mia comes to terms with her new husband and martial vampire lifestyle she soon discovers that turning into a vampire has given her an unsettling ability to see the dead. When Mia starts seeing the ghost of her murdered sister-in-law, she begins a journey to uncover the truth about her murder and the dark secrets of Luc's past. #1 Vampire Book one of The Vampire Court Saga

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.