❝ You gonna get dressed or keep standing there looking pretty? ❞ ❝ You think I'm pretty huh? ❞ ♢♢♢ Alexandra Serena Lestrange-Tonks, known as 'Al' by her best friend, was the kinda girl who didn't give a shit. She'd left her family, and joined another. Her life was finally on track, then a letter comes, and he comes riding on a motorbike into her life. Sirius Orion Black, known as 'Padfoot' by his best friends, was the kinda guy who wouldn't back down from a challenge. He'd left his family, and joined another. His life was full of marauding, then a letter comes, and she comes like a sarcastic snake into his life. --- [Sirius Black x OC] All rights and credits belong to JK and the Wizarding Community.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Lydia Ingalls never really minded the thought of death, she always imagined it to be peaceful. Lydia was never really happy in her life, she was used to people using and abusing her for their own personal purposes. Her family, her so called friends and her classmates always made sure she knew how much she was worth. Nothing. Lydia craved every bit of love she could get, so what happens when she suddenly wakes up in Beacon Hills as the strawberry redheaded character named Lydia Martin. Si-Lydia Martin(OC) x multi (poly)

He knows that God is going to send him an angel. And God did. He was well aware of the dark reality of life. A trained fighter who kept himself clean from any bloodstain on him. He knows that she was his from the moment he saw her. But then also knows that he has to pass the test that the protector of that angel was going to give him. A Devil whom no one can tame except her smile. An Angel whose innocence was kept safe by her papa and Bade papa, the king of Mafia. She was safe, or at least she thought, not knowing the danger around her. What will happen when he comes to know about the danger around her? Will he be able to save her from that danger? He listened as she liked to speak. He can shout at anyone, but listed her scolding. He loved her without her knowing; she learned how to love from him. His possessiveness can be seen in his eyes, and hers in words.

Marissa, your typical antisocial university student that is more concerned with her grades and next story update, than she is with forming those lasting relationships we always hear are formed in college. What will she do when she's thrusted in the world of a manhua she read? How will she push herself from her comfort zone and survive in this prehistoric era? Note: Character personality may vary from the manhua. Disclaimer: This book contains mature and triggering themes. Reader discretion is advised. This work is based on the manhua "Beauty and the Beasts," and its corresponding novel, "Leisurely Beast World: Plant Some Fields, Have Some Cubs." Some characters mentioned in this book are not my own. This book is purely for entertainment.

He was feared by all, including the emperor. He fought wars and conquered. He cared for no man. It was known to all that he had no emotions except hatred and anger. All he knew was war, but her scent drew him in and just like that he wouldn't let her go or see her with another man, he wanted her all for himself. But would her fragile self be able to handle his strength? And can he be gentle enough so not to hurt her? #3 heartwrenching #5 dark #1 warriors #1 emotional #4 lovetriangle #1 mine #1 strength

written by RiverWriter His entire world shifted and he was suddenly certain that his life was no longer really his own, it belonged to her. He could only hope she'd forgive him, could only hope she'd accept him. Because he was a veela and Hermione Granger was his mate. The only woman who had any chance of truly making him happy was the same girl he'd spent half a lifetime tormenting. Karma was a bitch. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, this is only for offline riding all the images and contain belongs to thier respective rightful owners I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

COMPLETED. Roe finds love and understanding in a polyamorous relationship with 3 boys after her relationship with her mother falls apart. Ivan, Alexei and Mikhail bring problems of their own including a dangerous gang and grief-filled pasts. The four confront their demons and unresolved conflicts to grow as individuals and find peace within each other. #Loveislove #Innerbeauty Runner Up-The Sunset Awards 3rd Place-Heavenly Awards *Updated every 4-5 days A Wattpad Pick (High School Hijinks)

Based off the comic 'Beauty and the Beasts' this is my own spinoff of the world of beast men. It will follow most main events with a few minor changes to plot. The story follows Riley who is having a good time with her friend when she finds herself lost in an unknown world full of beast men and primitive designs? She isn't sure what to make of it and is half convinced that this is all a coma dream. When push comes to shove will she adapt to this new world or fall behind stuck in her usual ways?

"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