"I'm sorry but I'm for noona only." ? In which a young Jungkook fell inlove with someone who's five years older than him. And is also ruthless. 052418-030619

Yes I am maybe a child to you but I can love you better noona. Cover by: @i_am_invidia 💜💜💜

(Warning: Sexual Content) "Get on the bed NOW!" He said, backing me up against the wall. "W-W-What?" I stuttered like a fool. Instead of replying, he pushed me down on the bed roughly and began kissing me on my neck. I let out a small moan of pleasure, but realized where this would lead to if we continued. "Noah, we have to stop." I groaned, pushing him away from me. He growled and pinned my arms above my head. "You're mine and only mine. The only person that will ever touch, kiss, or look at you is me. Now, I hope you're ready because you're about to feel the best pleasure you've ever had in you're life." He said into my ear. It was only seconds before I felt his mouth on my pu....... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yasmine was a werewolf who attended Jackson River High School. She wasn't one of those girls who looked like they got gang banged by Crayola. Neither was she a nerd. She was just a normal, bossy girl who had lots of curves. Noah, on the other hand, is the bad boy of the town. He's the Alpha of the Blood Pool pack and he hates to be bossed around. What will happen when he finds out that his mate is no other than Yasmine August, a girl who's very bossy, sarcastic, and stubborn? Well, let's just say that you're in for one hell of a ride!

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO HE'S MY MATE I feel the cold stones pressed to my back, seeping through the piece of fabric I have on to cover my body, the concrete below just as cold. This room, wherever it is, is kept low, low enough to bring my body temperature down. I haven't been able to access my wolf since I had been drugged when they got me. I don't know who they are, some monsters that have kept me prisoner. I don't even know how long I've been here. I tried counting the days, but when there are no windows, barely any lights, and when you keep getting knocked out by drugs, it makes it impossible to guess. I feel the deep pit of despair coming back to swallow me whole. The mood swings I keep going through, they must be a side effect of whatever it is they're giving me. There's no way out of this, there's no way Alarik will find me, and there's no way I can break free. I give up pulling on the shackles that bind my wrists, the skin there rubbed raw and scabbing from all the times I've tried to pull them loose. Even if I had my wolf strength, they're made of silver. There's no way I'm getting out of them, not unless someone unlocks them with a key. *************** Following Allison's disappearance, Alarik has been on edge. He's seached the entire pack, looked every possible place near their lands and hasn't found a single piece of evidence that leads to her, and what's worse is he can't link to her. Something's shut off the access of her to him, and there are very, very few ways that could happen, and one of them is death. Alarik refuses to give up hope that his mate is still alive and while he wants to blame Hazel, the very demon who said she wouldn't stop until she was with Alarik, one witness actually saw what happened, and it wasn't a woman that had taken his mate. Alarik is racing against time. Time that if it runs out, he must marry the very woman he despises, and the time that's slowly ticking to find Allison alive. Cover by @_fangirling

"Kayla, don't deny me of what's MINE!" Haden growled, trapping me between his muscular forearm. I swallowed the moan that was bubbling up inside me, and made no move to comply to his demand. "Say that you are MINE." Haden's husky voice whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. I knew Haden wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. ~*~ Moonlight and sunrise pack have been rivals for decades, but when Kayla discovers that her mate is from the enemy pack, will she abandon her own pack for her mate?

Once the ceremony began, I focused on the stage. That is when I found the source of the intoxicating scent. Standing on the stage, in all his glory, was the son of the alpha. We locked eyes, his catching a gleam in them, his eyes briefly changed colour to that of his wolfs, but he quickly gained control. Blinking rapidly, I averted my eyes, to my brother, and that's when I realised. My mate is the alpha!

- "What's wrong, gatia? You're too pale," he said softly, using one hand to brush my hair from my forehead. I happily basked in his touch, feeling comforted already. "I... uh," I trailed off quietly, not really wanting to say. I was suddenly worried of him thinking I was insane. Biting my lip and looking down at the ground, I took a deep breath. "I just... didn't feel c-comfortable. L-like someone was...w-watching me," I stumbled out pathetically, internally wincing. "Like... h-he was watching m-me," I added almost silently, the words slipping out almost without my permission. Almost instantly, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he tugged me into his very bare and warm chest, hunching over my protectively. I felt his chest vibrate as he let out a small growl, but instead of terrifying me like it should, it made me sigh in comfort. "You never have to worry about him, sweetheart, I promise." He softly purred, his voice still sounding rough even as he tried to lighten it. I liked the rougher part of his voice; it made me feel even more protected. "As long as I'm around, he'll never hurt you again; and I don't plan on going anywhere or letting you go anytime soon." - In a world where vampires and werewolves are very much real, Emily is stuck right in the middle. She was barely kindergarten age when she was kidnapped by a strong vampire coven. They stole everything from her and their main leader, Christien, quickly became obsessed with her; his favorite prize. But what's a vampire to do when a powerful alpha werewolf, Anton, saves his possesion? What's a poor Emily to do when that werewolf turns out to be her mate? Let's just say that Chrisiten isn't about to give up easily; but neither is Anton.