She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

أتذكرون تلكَ اللعبةَ التي اعتاد الكبار تسليتنا بها في صغرنا؟ عدةُ أحرف متداخلةٍ يشكلُ اختلاف ترتيبها كلماتٍ عديدةٍ.. مملةٌ كانت للبعضِ، أما ل "حياة".. فقد كانت بدايةً لشغفٍ بالكلماتِ لن يتلاشى أبدًا.. "لا تعطني وردةً، أعطنيِ حبرًا وورقًا.. لأطلقَ لقلميِ العنانَ." عن فتاة شابةٍ في مقتبلِ العمرِ، أوشكت على إنهاء دراستها الجامعيةِ في مجالٍ لم تحبه ولم تتقبله بأي شكلٍ من الأشكالِ. ..في الصفحاتِ القادمة سأسردُ عليكم جزءً بسيطًا عن حياتها الجامعية، والعاطفيةِ. وعن شغفها بالكتابةِ، وحلمها -كما هو حلمي- أن ترى اسمها على غلاف كتابٍ. يومًا ما. جميع الحقوق محفوظة للكاتبة: آية علي..

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نظر لها بقرف ثم صاح " يا لكِ من زنديقة !! " فوضعت يديها في خصرها وسخرت " بقى أنا زنديقة يا بتاع آمان يا لالالي !! " . عائشة جمال فتاة مصرية في السنة الأخيرة من كلية الحقوق تحدث لها حادثة مجهولة وتؤدي بها إلى الرجوع بالزمن إلى سنة 1622 م وتتوالى بها الأحداث حتى تجد نفسها جارية في قصر الوالي التركي العثماني على مصر وفي وسط كل تلك الأحداث تصارع لإيجاد طريقة للهروب من القصر والسفر بالزمن إلى المستقبل مرة أخرى . القصة كوميدية وليست تاريخية لكن بعض الأحداث الواردة بها صحيحة تاريخيًا. فائزة بمسابقة (أسوة) فئة الكوميديا لسنة ٢٠٢٠.

Highest ranking: #23 in Werewolf "I LOVE IT." -@lottiee_x "This story is so unbelievably amazing!" -@NovemberRain16 "I have become obsessed with this story!" -@xxMailbu911xx "Ah man! I want moreeeeee I'm already in love with this book!" -@GossipGirlzsx ______________________________________ What if you grew up your whole life thinking you were human? What if you lived your entire life thinking you were just an insane child that no one wanted? One day, you were just dropped off at an orphanage with not a bit of information about you, but a code tattooed to your collarbone. What exactly does that make of you? Something a little crazy, that's for sure. Between the voices in her head and the constant murderous thoughts, it didn't surprise Arden that she was moved from an orphanage to a mental hospital at just thirteen. Four years of imprisonment with some of America's most insane, getting out was like a breath of fresh air. That is until she gets caught up with a pack of wolves who's main goal in life is to kill anyone around them. It just so happens that the only thing that keeps Arden from having an extremely short-lived freedom is the interest the alpha shows toward her seeing as they are destined for one another. Growing up for Kieran, the alpha, wasn't exactly a walk in the park either, though. Being taught all his life never to grow attached and tear apart anyone who tested him, isn't exactly helpful in the situation of having a mate. Poor Arden, having to learn to love someone more feral than the most savage of rogues and slightly more insane than herself. Not to mention, the never-ending battle between pack-wolves and shredders never quite giving any of them a break. sequel to: The Alpha Calls Me Kitten ≪ Do not have to read^^ in order to thoroughly understand content ≫ © All Rights Reserved 2015

Every year a student is chosen to get a scholarship to graduate at the official Werewolf Committee. No one gets to meet or even see the high society wolves unless they are lucky enough to be born into a family of wealth, or to be chosen as a scholarship graduate. Elina Weitzel is the year's chosen scholarship graduate and she is the person who was least expected to be chosen. However even if she doesn't know it, she has the qualities the Werewolf Committee were looking for: Confidence, Academic, Athletic, Ambitious, and Compassionate. Little does she know, one of the powerful Alphas turns out to be her mate. [Highest Ranking; #1 Werewolf #1 Teen fiction] [Currently in featured section]

If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016