*Ophelia June Clarke* She was soft, sweet and nice. Her mother sheltered her from the world while the rest of her siblings got to venture out. *King Zeus* He was the great ruler of the skies and western land. He had led his people to prosperity. He had led his people through victories. Now after nearly 200 years without a soulmate he wanted to be done. Little did he know his last soulmate ball would be his greatest.

She wouldn't ever ask for mercy for that no one would show cruelty to her in the beginning. And in all his cruelty, he gained mercy in the middle of his inhumane ways. Mercy.

Emery has always been troubled. After struggling to accept the sudden death of her mother, she was forced to depend on her grieving father for both knowledge and guidance. As she battles through her own conflicting feelings of confusion, her family's known resentments, and their hidden distractions, she must learn how to open her confined world to a new perspective. That is, the ostracized life of her fated mate-a werewolf who belongs to the Gods. note - cover is made by @ViaAlyssaNicole note - this is currently being edited!

The sky thundered, The wind howled, The rain pelted down, Foretelling an impending doom. The little girl was not used to the feeling of fear. But at that moment, she knew, she was terrified. The boy looked at her as though she was a nasty bug he wanted squished. His eyes turned hateful when he looked at her father. She didn't like the dark glint in his eyes, she decided, not at all. He wore a royal-blue polo shirt and black jeans with hands behind his back - he had an air of supremacy which made him look like royalty despite his tender age. She knew who he was - everyone knew who he was but they never had been once introduced formally. "Aren't you an adorable little lady" Don Moretti bent forward and ruffled her hair. He then looked at his grandson, "Nipote" He called. Like a trained soldier, the boy stepped forward in a collected manner and stretched out his right hand. "Valente. Valente Enzo Moretti." His voice smooth and velvety; it was deeper than other boys of his age who had high-pitched tone and Sera decided she liked his voice. "Can I call you Enzo?" She asked politely with an air of innocence and her hand still on his while the elders watched them with an intrigued fashion. Their curiosity was apparent. Nobody called him Enzo. No one dared called him by his name. 'Young don' was his only reigning title. Did she say something wrong? "Your name" "Oh. I-Its Seraphina. Seraphina Rose Giordano." Valente seemed to mull and test the name on his tongue. "You can call me Enzo . . . . Only if I can call you Rosa, deal?" He looked straight into her eyes. Amongst the wild, Under the beguiling rain, Oblivious hearts, intertwined in a twist of fate.

Highest rank #1 General fiction 14th August 2017 Two mafia families. An age old rivalry between them. No one could bring them together and at peace......or so people thought. And then SHE happened. A girl so innocent and loving entered their darkened lives like a falling star and ushered them towards the light, binding them together. Her name is......... A mafia boss. Valerio Valentini. The head of one of the oldest crime dynasties in the world. A dangerous, deadly and ruthless man. Famously described as the "silent storm", a storm that destroys anyone who has wronged him. Some say that his heart is built of cold ice as he shows no mercy or compassion to anyone, it beats for no one .......except one. And her name is...... Amara Sullivan Romero- A daughter. A Princess. A Queen. ********* Cover credit: @EvaKvi COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.