Highest rank - #1 in werewolf Alexis isn't the average werewolf. With a case of extreme shyness together with the trauma of her parents' mysterious disappearance where she was left in the care of her Alpha where she endured even more hardships and was constantly taken advantage of.and bullied. One night after an alt...
Hannah Lewis hasn't had the easiest start to life, being born to parents that absolutely hate the fact that she exists. Without much explanation, she's lost the one person that ever really cared about her and has grown up with vast amounts of abuse and a couple of suicide attempts. As Hannah tries to find jobs and way...
Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly he loved her. He loved Breanna to pieces, she was his bumblebee. His...
He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in.. ********** What happens when Alexis Dawson- "r...
The Bruises She Hides No one knows how miserable I really am. No one sees my pain. No one knows. Yet they think they do. They think I'm normal. They just think I'm clumsy. They just think I'm a bit weird. But never for a second do they think that they might be wrong. . . . A story about a seemingly normal girl. She ha...
"Tell me little thief," he breathed silently against my ear causing all my hair on the back of my neck to rise. "How should I punish you for such crimes against not only me but the kingdom?" He gently dragged his thumb along my lips while holding a cocky smirk. "I have an idea..." This can't be good.. |Currently Editi...
Tainted by her past, Amelia Roberts has struggled through a life of beatings and being raped by her step father Decan Adams. She and her two little sisters, Mya and Mia have been living with their aunt ever since their mom gave them up. Now, she struggles through her senior year , dealing with her popular sister and h...
My name has been forgotten, tossed away like a piece of trash. I do not talk. I do not look anyone in the eyes. My hands shake from my past and I barley sleep at night. I always hear the grunts and the groans of the men that abuse me. I see the insanity in their eyes. They see the fear in mine. I had a chance to escap...
(Author Note: This is not like a crazy story with only action! Yes there is LOTS of action and such but it's also a ROMANCE.) Accacia Rose Dracose is hunted. Has been hunted for almost as long as she can remember. Moving from place to place, never making friends, never getting attached. Because if you get attached, th...
Females were weak, and definitely not seen as equal to their male counterparts. Instead, all they were seen to have was the body, the potential for young and had no capacity for greatness. Females having a brain, well... that would just be absurd. Males, however, had everything. The power, the influence, the authorit...
Candice had always yearned for a mate, seeking the peace and care not offered by her tyrannous father. Fate had its own plans. They met under the moonlight, under the stars, where Candice was paying sentence for her crimes. She was a murderer, made a puppet soldier by her powerful father and with no answer for her ac...
I HAVE MADE A NEW, EDITED VERSION OF THIS BOOK WITH A NEW TITLE CALLED "Forever Bound" PLEASE GO CHECK THAT ONE OUT INSTEAD, ALL OF THE CHAPTERS HAVE ALREADY BEEN POSTED ❤️❤️ His reasons are always the same. One slap, because I was a mistake. Two kicks, because he's stuck with me. Three punches, because in his eyes I...
Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To...
His touch brought me such pleasure, it only made me madder as the burn of his rejection again set me ablaze. Slipping from his hold, I took the silver knife from my pocket and held it to his neck. He trembled as he leaned away from the silver. The burning inside me deepened and I could feel the tears in my eyes but I...
(SAF IS BEING EDITED) I was kidnapped when I was 8 years old. Taken from my home. From my family. From everything I knew. I always thought that being kidnapped, meant that your kidnapper would kill you, eventually. I was wrong. I'm still alive. You know how in woman trafficking, the girls are used for sex and drugs? W...