Being in love with your roommate wasn't exactly ideal. Being in love with your roommate and a stranger you met at some bar was even messier. Though, seeing them in love with each other made it a whole lot easier. As a puppy hybrid, I was used to a lot of attention from others. Theirs just happened to be my favorite. --- Chet fell in love easily. He skipped the pining and fell head over heels without looking back. He loved hard, fast, and maybe a little too much. They made it too easy to fall in love with.

Falling in love with your brother's best friends shouldn't have been as easy as it was, but here Harrison was, hopelessly and utterly in love. The only things was, they were already dating. Good thing they thought his puppy love was absolutely adorable. - bxbxb : basically just fluff and way too much smut disclaimer: this story has nothing to do with PET

it wasn't love, it was lust. young alexander jones finds himself lost in the middle of manhattan, until he found nyle dimarco. everything changed since then. WARNING: contains rape, extreme kinks and a lot of sex. (kind of) and this is a LGBT book. Don't like it? LEAVE.

Lucas Sawyer has gotten used to being forgotten. His twin brother Mark, captain and star quarterback, everyone's favorite, gets the spotlight. Lucas doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, he doesn't go to parties. His life is safe and logical, and that's exactly how he likes it. But when his brother's football rival and worst enemy, Damien Castillo, starts work at the same small bakery, everything changes. Damien is Lucas' worst nightmare: an arrogant heartbreaker with a bad reputation, who threatens to ruin all his careful plans. Lucas hates him. Right? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story was inspired by @hipstateasee's "Knight", and I have her permission. All credit to her for the great premise!

The man looked me up and down, his red eyes staring through me."You... Are a werewolf." "So I've noticed" The man scowled, his lips pulling back revealing the sharp fangs nestled between his teeth. I stepped back, startled by the sudden conclusion that formed in my head. Vampire. "Thank you for the clarification, wolf. But I don't need a 'mate.' Especially not a werewolf one." My fear disappeared, and I frowned, anger filling my mind. "What's wrong with being a werewolf, Dracula?" The man turned, marching towards me until we were face to face. My heart skipped a beat as he glared at me, both fear and lust being the cause. "Let me make one thing clear. We are not mates, and never will be. Vampires are a highly respected society, and a proud people. I will not stoop so low as to 'mate' with a stupid wolf, just because he says we're 'destined to.' Let alone a male wolf." With that, he disappeared into the woods, leaving me alone.

"I want a queen to rule by my side." Azazel looked at me like he couldn't believe I was the ruler of Hell. "... My lord, you have ruled alone for thousands of years. Why is it that you decide this only now?" I shrugged. Why only now? Not even I knew. "Well... Think about it. You always here about a king and a queen ruling, but here it's always 'Lord Lucifer' this and 'The Evil Overlord' that. Just once I'd like to hear about 'The Evil Overlord and his Wife.'" *Cover by @Submissivekitty2* (Thank you!)

The Alpha of the pack is the leader. He is the main one in control and sets the laws of his pack. The Omegas are the lowest of low in the pack, lower than the subordinates. I never asked to be the Omega, that's just how it is. Born to be hated by society for doing nothing. Born to be a slave to my foster family after my parents died. Born to be locked away, because I'm an embarassment to the household. But, I was also born to be the Luna. Born to find a mate and start a family. Born to stand against the society that scorned me. Because I am the Wolf of Cinders, the lowly Omega born to be the Alpha's mate.

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.

Use me. Hurt me. Hate me. Strip me bare. I'll let you. Touch the ones I love. I'll be your worst nightmare. Your first mistake is thinking I'm weak. And Your second is underestimating me ~The image for the book cover doesn't belong to me, so all credits to the owner ~