Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

Vincent Brunos is the Don of the families. Ezra Gallo is a shy girl. When Vincent meets Ezra by chance, he can't help but feel enthralled by the young girl sitting on a couch, reading a book.

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

Moon Winters, a simple woman leading a simple life among humans, is suddenly thrust into a world full of Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches. Her entire life turns out to be a lie and she realizes that she is far from being a human. With only her two inner voices and her gut feeling to guide her, she has to find out a way to survive... And make a choice between her two mates - the dangerously seductive, Alpha King Adrian Wolfe and Vampire Kingdom's hot and charming-as-hell, Second In-command Aiden Vamp. While Adrian Wolfe is already married to his pregnant wife, Aiden has other secrets to hide. Will she find out in time? Or will it be too late for her?

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

Prince of Werewolf's, Alto August Nolan has been searching for his life mate for years, traveling all around the world. The 'Dark' prince soon gives up though when his search comes up empty- and returns to attend the Blue Moon Ceremony. *~*~*~*~* Because of her past Fayette is an omega within her pack. Sealing away her darkness, Fayette resolves to 'be the sun'. Alpha Bruno decides to take her and several omega's to help with the Blue Moon Ceremony. *~*~*~*~* What will happen when these two finally meet? The Dark Prince and the Sun. Will pride get in the way? Or will love turn into ashes? Fate has more in store for them than they will ever know. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

A short story about Nova Mikaelson, the twin sister of Hope Mikaelson, life of being the forgotten twin, because Hope is the first born. " Nothing is more painful and could hurt, when it's the most important day in your life and the most important people in your life don't show up to celebrate the occasion, because you're easily forgotten" sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: 01/October/2019 ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ: 12/April/2020

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

REVAMPED version of the ORIGINAL Living With The Bad Boy posted on wattpad in 2012. "Sometimes when you least expect it, you're faced with the one person who could finally change everything for you. Make everything right after so long. All you got to do is take a chance. My brain was against the risk. But my heart? It screamed and pushed me towards Samuel - the boy who'd been my anchor since the beginning. The one who was pretty damn close to stamping ownership on my vital organ. And the one who - without an ounce of shame - tried to convince me to tattoo his initials on my private lady parts. Love was a fucking complicated thing." Former party girl, Jodanna "Barbie Girl" Reina Sereno, was knocked off her high post when a tragic accident sent her life spiraling out of control. Heart ripped and aching, she has to gather the broken pieces and move on with life like nothing happened. But that's hard to do when the seriously hot, blond-haired-green-eyed giant living under her roof keeps interrupting her plans of moving on from her past mistakes. He's fierce, passionate, a bit of a cocky asshole and determined to show her that he's exactly what she needs. Northwind High's very own, Samuel "Beer Boy" Adams, has more skeletons in his closet than he's willing to show. Fight Hard. Love Harder. That's his motto. Until an irresistible blond bombshell stumbles into his life. Now all he can think about is her and all the unmistakable dirty things he'd like to do this Pepsi-loving-and-thigh-high-boots enthusiast. It doesn't hurt knowing that she wants him just as bad as he wants her. Can Sam save Anna from the demons in her past and show her that they belong together? Life is all about sacrifices and compromises, and Sam and Anna both have their share of regrets. Sometimes you got to leave the things that tear and break you down. After all, it's Beer Boy and Barbie Girl until the world stops turning. © xXMopelXx 2012-2020

Aftertaste, noun Af·ter·taste : persistence of a sensation (as of flavor or an emotion) after the stimulating agent or experience has gone There was once a time she was running away from her life, from people, from everything and everyone; running as far as she could. Now, she's running towards it. She's running towards happiness. Towards love. Towards him. She got to experience a different life. With him. She got the taste of being with him. Now this is the aftertaste; the taste that lingers afterwards. This is what it's like to be loved by Sin.