She's got walls higher than her heels. He's got ink, secrets... and a body built for sin. Jade Moss doesn't do distractions. As a personal trainer and gym owner in Atlanta's West End, her focus is on her grind-not on smooth-talking men with dark pasts and too much swagger. So when Dave Brewster strolls into her world-tatted up, freshly legit, and fine as hell-she's not impressed. Especially not after their first run-in leaves her tempted and annoyed. But Dave isn't just any man. He's patience wrapped in heat. Danger hiding behind slow smiles. And he's not backing down-especially when he finds out her best friend is dating his. They should've stayed in their lanes. But sweat turns to touches, and tension turns to craving. Just as they're learning to trust what's real, Dave's past comes knocking... and it's not leaving quietly. In a city built on hustle and scars, can love survive the heat? Or will the fire burn them both down first?

"I want you." With a touch as light as a feather, Cillian hooked a thick finger under her chin to get a better look at her face. "Look at me." Slowly, her eyes cracked open, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a warning. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him- I mean, really looked at him. His golden eyes were as direct, not even blinking as much as the average person. They glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the blinds, bringing an inhuman shine to them. A satisfied smile stretched across his lips until his prominent canines made an appearance. A finger tugged on the collar of her shirt and dragged it down- just enough to reveal the mark that was imprinted forever on her delicate neck. "Do remember what this means?" It was this speech, this deep, heavy voice of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes fell and she shook her head. His hand caught somewhere behind her neck and base of her jaw to tilt her head back so her eyes met his. "I think you do." He persisted. His other hand came up to lightly brush the hair back away from her face. "What are we, hmm?" His fingers trailed down the curves of her body until they settled on her hips to gently tug her closer, pulling a sharp inhale from her. With their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync, and butterflies fluttering in both of their stomachs, she peeked up at him once more. A shudder shot down her spine as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath fanning against the mark. "C'mon, say it." He breathily taunted. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "we're mates." - ranks - #1 new story #1 wolf # 2 alpha

The pack on the verge of collapse, Fie Wright watches as her Alpha falls into a downward spiral due to his dying mate. After searching high and low for a cure, Fie's Alpha gives up on not only himself but his pack as well, leaving the rest of them to their own turmoil. That is until whispers of a miracle cure strikes the very heart of the problem. Fie, along with a small group, is sent on a mission to far away lands to ask for the King's help to bring their Pack back to life. The King agrees but for a price of course. ********* The concealed King perched on his throne speaks up with a heavy yet smooth voice, the mere baritone sending delightful shivers up my spine as the royal directs his attention to me. "I will help you but I want something in return." Comes his clear daunting voice as the rest of the court remains silent, no one daring to speak up until they are spoken to. Steeling my spine, my eyes focus on what I assume to be his chest as my kneeled figure speaks up, "What would that be my King?" Silence reigns for a few seconds before the alluring voice speaks up, ripping me of my composure in mere seconds. "You."

TRAP QUEEN: A bomb-ass female.  The baddest female.  She is loyal to her friends,lives for her family,and gives no fucks to bitter,petty bitches.  Amtonia Brown ~Houston born, Atlanta living , 20 She just might come for your head!!!! Crazy, but they still love her