***This is the sequel to Girl with the Heart of Stone and cannot be read as a stand-alone. There are spoilers below this point, read at your own risk. *** Two years have gone by since Abrelle Louise left everything behind. She's finally healed, and independent, but most importantly she's happy. Something she thought she'd never be again. But she's tired of living in the shadows and decides it's finally time to come back and fight for what's rightfully hers. Determined to not let anything silly, like revenge, get in her way she comes back with peace in mind. But when people decide it's time to once again take away what makes her happiest in this world, revenge might just be the only solution. Not only is Abrelle determined to have her revenge, but it seems like life has decided to pitch in and help. After a disastrous accident, she ends up once again right where she started three years ago, living with Elliot Stone.

❝I lust you. I don't love you. So don't think otherwise.❞ [Ongoing] Everyone has a heart...right?

Brylee Cunnings has a secret that only a handful of people know. If word ever goes out to whom she really is, it'd be the end for her now that the whole werewolf community is being ruled by a militaristic council. Unfortunately for her, a mandatory order has been implemented and she and some of her pack members are required to oblige. Following that order requires her to move away from her secluded home and into an academy of dominating werewolves. Here, she'll learn to face her true struggles and maybe even break a few rules to save herself. Her once quiet life has turned upside down so she must learn to survive. Although in the midst of surviving, she meets a person who's also been hiding himself as well, a notorious soon-to-be alpha, Maddox Reed.

"They may have wings, but they're no angels." With tattooed wings, and a previous one-way ticket out of hell, half-angel Azaziel 'Zane' Amante is too bad for heaven, and too good for hell. But when he crosses the path of University student Nadia Ramerezatha, Azaziel realises that she might finally be his becoming, and vows to make her life a living nightmare. After all, hell has been calling, and nobody can resist the devil once he's come knocking. A Wattpad Featured Story: From Our Stars [ WARNING: mature content, violence and strong language ] [ #69 in paranormal ]

Samantha Kane's life has been thrown into a whirl wind of new emotions and life altering choices. Finally feeling like her puzzling life was fitting together, she was thrown back into a world of heart break as a old face became familiar again. Her mother's. Samantha knew her mother came back for one thing and it certainly wasn't her. With Finlay Everett still on tour completely oblivious to the suffering Samantha is feeling, will they be able to maintain their relationship? Or will Samantha's heart be too full of grief? This is the second book to the Unexpected series.

"Eli! Seriously this is ridiculous let me down!" I yell as I pound furiously on his back. "Not a chance. And don't ever wear something like that to a fight again." "It's just a tank top calm down. Can you please let me down? Your butt is in my face." "All the better for the view. Every pig in there was undressing you with their eyes." "Oh why do you even care?" Suddenly my upside down world got flipped and pinned between the wall and his body. "Because I'm the only one that should get to think of you like that." His piercing grey eyes were on fire as he held his face just above mine. "Did you drink before your fight? Because there is no way you mean what you just implied. " His tongue flickered across his lips as he smirked. "For once in your life stop fighting and just enjoy this." "Enjoy wha-" His lips crashed onto mine. Hungry, alive, full of passion I had only seen him use in the ring. I didn't want to fight him, fight this, fight his kiss. And he was right, for once in my life, I didn't. **** A Fighter is not born. A fighter is not raised. A fighter is made; only if the fight choses you, and you survive. Dakota Matthias has earned the right to be called a fighter. Her greatest opponent is perhaps the only man in her corner. But fighters are always competitive with each other, on every level. And Eli may just be the fire she needs to win her biggest fight, and give into his. Fight for your Family. Fight for Love. Fight for Yourself. TOP RANKINGS #1 Boxing #3 Fightforsurvival #5 MMA #10 College #15 Boxer #18 Strength

Copyrighted 2018 **This is the rewritten version of His Flower. I hope you enjoy!** There was only one word to describe my life: Hell. It was all I had ever known, the only thing I was used to. I didn't want it any other way. Why the fuck couldn't she see that? -&- Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up in the closest thing they knew to Hell, each with terrible problems of their own. Perhaps, that is why they were so drawn to each other. Rose might have been that typical shy, quiet girl roaming the school's halls, no friends to speak of and no genuine interest in learning, but even she couldn't deny that attraction towards the school's resident 'bad boy'. The one no one else dared speak to. Rex's anger issues always got the best of him, even when that idiot girl came tumbling into his life. She just wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. No matter how much he liked it. He could convince himself he wasn't good for her as much as he wanted. It didn't matter, she wouldn't let him be and he would soon refuse to let her go. Completely oblivious to her own darkness raging beneath the surface. *WARNING: This story has quite a few very possessive and controlling men. If that kind of thing isn't for you, this book definitely won't be.** There is also talk of anxiety, panic attacks, and some drug-use mentions. ALSO this story will have a LOT of chapters! It's filled with triggers (mentioned above), but also a bunch of cute scenes, fluff moments, adoring toe-curling moments, and a plot you won't see coming!

haphephobia[haf′ē-fō′bē-ă] Definition: The rare fear of being touched. Wesley has haphephobia, a fear of touching. He is marked by a past that has made him terrified of something as simple as that. "Please don't touch me." "Why, I just can't keep my hands off of you." What would happen when he meets Violet Grey, a bold, but interestingly odd girl who just can't seem to get enough of him.

It's been three years since Kara Acosta and her friends graduated high school. It's also been three years since she got her heart broken by Jason Kade. Kara moved to a new city with her best friends and transferred to the local university to finish her degree. She's also taken on a job at a local coffee shop where her co-worker has given her more than a friendly welcome. With a new chapter in her life, the last thing she expected was running into Jason Kade hundreds of miles away from their hometown. Jason's been living the college dream. He got a scholarship through football, traveled across the country, and even found himself a beautiful new girlfriend. Kara and Jason's worlds are both turned upside down after seeing each other three years after their heart wrenching break up.

*Coming home, I was positive nothing could make me sway. Little did I know there was still someone of whom one sight had me crumbling.* A year ago, I ran. Well, not literally. I got on a plane like a civilized person but the point is, I left my hometown without the intention of ever going back. And that is not even an exaggeration. Coming back home for the summer, I am not ready to face everything I hadn't thought I would see again, at least not until I graduate from university. I am not ready to explain why I'd left or face the consequences of my sudden departure. And I am definitely not ready to face him. A lot has changed when I've been gone. My parents are getting married for the second time. There is some illegal racing going on. And I'm pretty sure my used-to-be-best-friend hates me now. But what's worse? There are some things that haven't changed at all. And going through what I left behind again - feeling what I thought I would never feel again for someone I hoped I would never see again - might just be too much. He still has that bike. Those ever-present band shirts. That attitude. That piercing gaze. What he doesn't have anymore? Me. And it's going to stay this way.