#College romance #Fated Mates #Enemies to Lovers Fate doesn't send a warning text. What happens when the werewolf you can't stand becomes the werewolf you can't live without? **** As a neurosurgery student, I, Yvaine Mackenzie, have only one thing on my brain-well, the brain. Born werewolf, but with a self-prescribed immunity to the whole fated-mate concept, I never speculated how I would meet my other half. My life is already packed to the brim with surgical precision: textbooks, hospital shifts, matcha dates with my roommates, and making sure my twin brother-aka, our college's famous team captain-leaves the wereball field with all his limbs intact. That's right, wereball-the unnecessarily aggressive sport comparable to human football but with no refs, no penalties, and no protective gear. Or as I like to call it, uncivilized, primitive, and a waste of medical supplies. Everything fits perfectly into my color-coded agenda... until one night I innocently lend out my phone and receive the filthiest message from an anonymous rival player. Figures, as he's the most arrogant, irritating, and ill-mannered person I've never met. And my REM-sleep has never been the same. Though somewhere between late-night texting and morning bickering, the shockingly perceptive mystery man I renamed "Rudolph" becomes my closest confidante. But we can't hide behind our screens forever. The more our friendship deepens, the closer we draw toward catastrophic secrets and one undeniable truth-how we accidentally texted destiny into existence. When everything explodes...will I be able to forgive him? If I'd known one silly text would tilt the axis of my life? I would've done some cardio. Strengthened my heart. Kept a defibrillator with me. All the time.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

Tessa just moved to Brooksburg High, kicked out from her other collages from a secret she says is 'in the past'. She's new in the town, doesn't mean she will play by the rules.

the game of seven minutes of heaven could be the best thing that happened to annie leblanc?lies?the truth?

(based off of 50 shades of grey) when eden is offered to interview the owner of Irwin Inc., she realizes that the owner isnt all that he seems to put up as a facade.

If you would have told me i'd be where I am now about four years ago...i would have thought you were insane.Absolutely deranged,mentally incapable of thinking sense.Because I knew I was a decent 15 year old teenager in my sophomore year.Yes I had issues but who doesn't.I always thought I would lead a normal life.Become a doctor,get married maybe even have kids.Live a happy,perfect life with the guy of my dreams...boy was I wrong.If I had known I would be where I am today back then,I would have ran far away.But god knows you cannot run from destiny.And god also knows that I cannot run now.For I am in a position I wouldn't want my worst enemy to be in. I am Danica Sinclair. And this is my story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Danica Sinclair:Sweet sassy lovable kind caring These are the word to describe this feisty 15 year old sweetheart but behind that lovable facade lies hurt pain and sorrow.Danica comes from a dysfunctional family.She dreams of going off to university far away from the people she supposed to be closest to.She suffers from anxiety panic attacks and mental health issues on a daily basis but still manages to keep a smile on her face for her friends because they are the people that keep her sane.Her laughter could warm a dead mans heart...but could it warm his Dante Lombardi:Gorgeous italian heartless cruel nonchalant billionaire This 19 year old dominating beast can make the dead man flinch in fear by just a simple stare.He has a terrible past that made him this way .Made him the beast.He hasn't smiled,laughed or cried since then.He has worked since then to get where he is now.A billionaire at such a young age.He wasnt born into the mafia.No.quiet far from it.He was just a simple Italian boy that happened to stumble into someone he quiet frankly needed. From then he became the beast that no one could tame....but could one innocent 15 year old bring warmth to the dead beast? 30K-8/8/21

Bree Portman has a rather unusual job. She is paid to kill people, and her next target is the one and only Elijah Lancaster - her ex-best friend. He is known to be a man whore, and it seems that he 'accidentally' slept with a married woman. Now, someone wants him dead, and she has to get rid of him. Elijah is always surrounded by people, particularly of the female gender, and Bree figures that the best way to kill him without causing a scene, is by getting close to him again. Maybe that wasn't her best decision...

❌WARNING: MATURE CONTENT❌ 27 year old Archer Stark is an assassin, he works for no one besides himself, and one night he's sent to kill a girl. 24 year old Violet Moon is a Socialite, she's a trophy wife rich girl, and she had no idea she was on someone's list. So when Archer kidnaps her and brings her back to his remote mansion to finish the job. He realizes he doesn't want to kill her. He wants her to be his submissive. He was paid to kill her, and he didn't. The two are total opposite and he's risking a lot, but something inside of him lusts to touch her, and she can't get enough.

[COMPLETED] Highest Rankings: #3 in Artist out of 15.7k books, #64 in Politics out of 7.4k stories, #18 in Divorce out of 10k stories, 22 in Child out of 16.6k stories and #40 in ShortStory out of 232k books. ___________________ We were married and in love once. Although, it was a marriage we were forced into because of my pregnancy then, I loved Henry. With all of my heart. But as we soon discovered, we just weren't meant to be. So we got divorced and I left with the kids. Now I'm back, and no matter how much I want to resist our connection and ignore it's existence, I can't. We failed once, is the second time going to be the charm?