[COMPLETED] (Book 1/3) It was him. It was his scent, there was no mistaking it. For months I was searching and now, I know he's here, his musky scent has never been stronger. I ran through the trees and stopped to catch my breath for a second. I couldn't see him. I couldn't hear him. But the mate bond made it possible for me to sense him still. And now, I could smell him, he was so very close. I closed my eyes to collect myself when I felt a hand make its way over my eyes, and an arm slithered around my waist. Ecstasy like I have never felt before swelled in my chest as I relaxed in his arms. I could feel the tears of happiness in my eyes. That's when I heard him speak, and I could almost hear my heart shattering. "You have to stop looking for me, my love." I was still processing his words, before I realized that he was gone. ... Raynhildur Ylva is a dyrith and has always been very different from all the werewolves in her pack. She's had it rough from the start and now, at twenty-one years of age, she's almost given up on finding her mate too. Almost. With no real home, no family, no friends and a band of Liet eyeing her every move, she can only hope for a miracle and find the person she's supposed to be with, to take her away from this life. But what happens when she finally does and he gives her the most confusing signals ever? And the biggest question of all. Who is he? ... Highest rank: #1 in mate #5 in alpha #30 in Werewolf

✔️ [first book in Riders of Lykos series] -- When Emily Hearst learned that her mother kept her father out of her life simply so she could use Emily as a slave, Emily ran. She ran all the way to where her father was. She wasn't ready for newly found family, or the dark man that everyone seemed to think was a psychopath. But they all bring Emily a life she never thought she could have. |#1 in mc| |#1 in Psycho| |#1 in psychopath| |#1 in stutter| |#1 in bikers|

Book 1 He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother... All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...? [Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you! I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that. [BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story] ***A couple scenes to whet your palate*** 1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?" "N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them." 2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation. [warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]

(Book 1 in the 'Need Series') Aron's past ruined him. Turned his anxiety into his worst night mare and kept his fear alive every day. People call him a sex addict. Others say he's obsessed. No one knows that's it's a physical need. If he doesn't give someone a blow job at least once a day he could die from fear. That need has labeled him a whore. He doesn't consider himself a good guy, so even he surprises himself when he saves the small 15 year old girl from being raped. He is even more surprised by the events that take place that same night when he decides to walk her home. He never expected to meet the three handsome lovers, and a part of him knew that the meeting would change his life. He just didn't know how much.

Kaidon Cross, top-notch assassin of The Order of the Black Knights, had only one mission in his life, exact revenge for the death of his mother until he met the innocent Alice Reed, and his priorities changed to keeping her safe from the clutches of The Order. "I'll hide her, protect her, shield her against the world, and even kill if needed, whatever it takes because she is my princess, and I am her Black Knight."

"They say polar opposites attract." Natalie White thinks that's complete nonsense. As the mayor's daughter and the undisputed queen bee of California High, she's spent her entire life getting exactly what she wants. Feared, admired, and never challenged, Natalie has no intention of changing who she is for anyone. If being the villain in someone else's story means getting ahead, then so be it. But everything changes when Xavier Russo arrives. A scholarship student from Italy with a dangerous reputation and a permanent scowl, Xavier couldn't care less about Natalie's status, wealth, or influence. Unlike everyone else, he's not intimidated by her-and he's certainly not interested in playing by her rules. Xavier came to California High for a fresh start, not to deal with a spoiled rich girl determined to make his life miserable. Yet the more Natalie pushes, the harder he pushes back, turning their rivalry into an all-out war. She refuses to back down. He refuses to be controlled. And when two people who hate each other this much collide, sparks are bound to fly. Told through alternating POVs, The Mean Girl and The Black Eye follows two stubborn enemies as they navigate rivalry, attraction, secrets, and the scars of their pasts. The question is: will they destroy each other, or discover that sometimes the person you can't stand is the one you can't stay away from? ⚠ Warning: Mature themes, strong language, graphic fight scenes, violence, PTSD, and emotional trauma.

Eight Years Ago "Mom.." I say with a small smile on my face. My sister had passed her first music lesson and we're all so proud of her. "What is it Layla!? can't you see I'm busy?!" She snaps. "Oh.." I say, my smile faltering slightly, as I watch mom cuddle Heidi and give her lots of sweets as reward. "C-can I have a sweetie too?" I ask. Mom laughs coldly. "Why should you? You've never achieved anything, have you?! Lazy little brat." Heidi giggles and I look at her to see a smirk on her face, making my face fall. I watch mom whisper things to Heidi, making her giggle even more. The door swings open, and my dad walks in. I smile again, running to him and hug his knees but he just brushes me off with an annoyed expression, walking towards my mom hugging her and ruffling Heidi's hair. What's going on? "Dad..ruffle my hair too?" I ask hesitantly. All three of them burst out laughing and I sink down in embarassment. "Layla, we always knew you weren't the brightest kid here." He laughs "I just knew you'd be a screw up, right Luise?" He says and she nods. "And I was right. You're a failure" He grabs my maths sheet, crumples it up and throws it at me. "You spend way too much time with your 'friends' never on your education, you ungrateful little brat. We should've got rid of you as soon as we found out you were on the way." He spits out spitefully as my mum nods, still smirking. "Dad I'll do better, I promise!" I sob, tears streaming down my face, but he shakes his head, smirking. I look at my sister and walk towards her giving her a watery smile. "H-Heidi... we're still friends right?" I ask, desperately. Her smirk slowly vanishes. she leans forward and I thought she'd hug me, but instead she pulls my hair and pushes me onto the floor making me scream. She laughs, my parents joining her. "Stupid" she hisses, kicking me, before going to my parents, all of them walking out, leaving me on the floor, crying my eyes out. What have I done to deserve this?

Daphne lives with her brother Mark on the streets. A chance encounter with Nathaniel tangles their lives together. As Daphne tries to make a life for herself and her brother, feelings brew between her and Nathaniel. But when old secrets about Daphne's life come to light, will Daphne trust Nathaniel to help her fight the monsters from her past? Or will she chose to run away once again? This is a homeless girl's journey to find herself and love, escaping the past and the streets. Trigger Warning: This book contains elements of physical and sexual abuse, panic attacks, and references to drug use and rape.

When Emma Lucas meets devilishly handsome Markus Winterly, she has no idea that he only wears the mask of human aristocracy. And behind that mask a very ancient and powerful being has begun to take an interest in her; has noticed what even she does not suspect about herself. When her sister's life is threatened, Emma has only one choice: sacrifice herself instead and give in to the deepest and darkest desires that have begun to quicken in her heart. Amidst the sumptuous backdrop of midnight vampire balls, dark moors, and an ancient castle, Emma will discover the strength and light she never knew she possessed and uncover the many layers of the man-the very creature-she has come to love. A love that defies death and time, taming even the devil himself. And to survive, Emma must surender everything. Even her humanity. Cover art designed by Jeanine Croft © 2016 Jeanine Croft I DO NOT allow translations, and I condemn plagiarism! Thank you kindly for respecting my rights as an author.

Love is patient, love is kind but above all, love is hard. "I am here to see the Archangel." "Aren't we all?" Replied the guard after chuckling at the blatant naivety of the frail woman. "Name?" "I'm here to see the Archangel." She replied stubbornly still not looking up from her shoes that peeked out from the bottom of her cloak, revealing more of her toes through their large holes than the muddy, worn leather that formed the patchwork shoe itself. They were her last pair. Not that she had taken many substitutes with her when she had left. A hasty departure was never well planned.