Vienna was loathed by her parents and her pack from the moment she was born because she was not supposed to be born a female. She was intended to be a strong, solid male alpha. Now, at eighteen, she is the only female alpha on record, but this status hardly gets her any respect. Her only hope of becoming a strong, influential leader is by finally finding her mate, the man who will stand by her side. But when she finds him he's nothing like she imagined. He's no strong alpha that will lead her pack, he's not even a beta or a warrior. He's an omega. And to make matters worse, he's a mute.

Kassia Domingos was... perfect. Taemin Lee was... a loner. Yet, they both were flowers growing from the same soil. ... In which UCLA's perfect angel has a secret admirer who gives her flowers.

[Completed] His name is Axton Dale. He is a senior in high school and has never dated anyone in his life. He has a major crush on Olive Janson who he has had his eyes on for years. She has never noticed him of course, but that all changes on the first day of school. There is still a problem though. She's taken. Taken by the worst boy in the school who cheats and gets rid of any girl he has ever had. Axton wants to protect her, but what if protecting her takes a little more effort then he thought? Find out if Axton protects and gets the girl or if he gives her up because he struck out of luck in: The Good Boy.

As Faizal showed her around, she often caught him staring at her when he didn't think she was looking. He had been giving her the same look the very first day they met and as flattered as she was that he was sort of attracted to her, 26 was way younger than she would have entertained. The youngest she could do was 30 and even that was stretching it for her because truth was, she liked older guys. Guys as old as Bert Acheampong or even older, as long as they were 15+ years younger than her father. Female mechanic, Sebina, has to make a decision between two men, one younger and one older.

Milonke Ndilika is a hardworking,fierce,powerful and strong woman trying to grow her company and build a name for herself in a male dominated industry. What happens when the person she trusts the most betrays her trust and leaves her in a twisted situation. ~~~~ Disclaimer:The pictures used do not belong to me. I give full credit to the respective owner.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

One mistake can make you open your eyes One "friend" can make you see who you really are One boy with a stutter that can steal your heart --------------------- "It's just h-hard t-t-to c-con-concentrate with you a-around," He admitted quietly. I grinned, loosing all seriousness of this. I stood behind him and leaned down next to his ear. "Why? Do I make your heart race, just by being close?" I asked whispering in his ear. I walked slowly around him, trailing my finger up his arm and around to the other. "Do I make you nervous when I touch you?" I asked with a small grin. I stopped in front of him. I put my hands on either arm of the chair and leaned down, putting my face mere inches away from his. "Do I make you breathless with just a simple kiss?" I asked lightly brushing my lips over his.

C O M P L E T E D : 24/02/22 Sienna Callum was popular - scratch that - she was the queen of high school. She had tons of gorgeous friends wishing to be her, smoking hot flings, and an unbelievably trendy fashion sense. But, she needed one more thing. Decent grades to graduate. Roman Lawrence was a nerd - scratch that - THE nerd of high school. Yet, his exceptional intelligence made him stand out among those seeking to learn. He had one problem though, the girl he'd been crushing on since kindergarten didn't like him back. One of the reasons? His lack of experience.... sexually. This isn't boy meets girl. This is mouse meets vixen. This is what happens when these two opposites strike a deal and things get hot. "So, here's my offer: you tutor me in school, and I tutor you in sex." _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ explicit language ❤︎ alcohol consumption ❤︎ mild violence _____ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G S : 1 #virginboy 1 #goodboybadgirl 1 #nerdboy 1 #scandalous 1 #populargirl 1 #tutor 1 #badgirlgoodboy 2 #forbidden 2 #eroticromance 3 #sexy _____ S T A R T E D - 05/03/2021 C O M P L E T E D - 24/02/2022 (word count: 200,000 - 250,000)

' You know why he loves me? ' I said, playing with my knife. I barely touch it and it cuts my finger. Scarlet red blood drips from it, ' N- No. ' She whimpers as i ran the knife across her cheek. I flicked my tongue over her ear, ' Because, i ain't afraid to kill a bitch. ' Before she got the chance to breath i slit her throat, ' Bye bye little bird. ' I giggled licking the blood falling from my finger like raindrops

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION