Madeline Yearwood: Twenty two year old Maddie Yearwood has lived almost her whole life knowing that her and her Mother were fairies, and that they've kept this secret all their lives while living in normal society. She's aware of the fact that other creatures besides fairies exist too, but she's never met one of them, and doesn't know much about them. One day a very handsome stranger comes into the art studio, where she's been taking classes. After an odd encounter with him her life starts changing rapidly. With family secrets exposed, and a fated life she never fathomed would be hers, Maddie is nothing except overwhelmed. Costello Albertine: Alpha of The Sapphire Pack, the strongest and largest Pack in North America, Costello has been a dedicated and respected Alpha since the age of eighteen, and been waiting for the day he'd finally meet his mate. After weeks of trying, when Costello finally finds the time out of his busy schedule to go to an Art Class in the city he never expects to find his absolutely alluring mate sitting there. With a Rogue King who's determined to ruin his life because of an old Grudge with Costello's father and with his mate not being a wolf, and him not being sure she's human either, Costello is about to face nothing but difficulty in his love life. (I don't own the picture that's used as the cover.)

"I bandaged everything the best I could. It will need stitches. However, I'm afraid that it is broken. Same as your leg. Broken and needs stitches. How's your head feeling? I haven't been able to get that sucker to stop bleeding." His voice sliced through the air. I stare at him, confused, looking around, wanting to be anywhere but here. He clears his throat once again. "Mate, did you hear me?" "How is your head feeling?" I close my eyes. What the fuck? What the fuck? I was angry, annoyed, and frightened. What, mate? What cruel world would make me mate with a wolf? No, no, no... My arm and leg were throbbing intensely. My head was screaming. I brought my fingers up to my head to try and rub the pain away. I needed to leave. Now. I told myself. My mind is still groggy, unable to swiftly move my body like I need to. I didn't even notice I was crying until his voice rang through my ears once again. His footsteps quickly, walking across the hardwood floor. The first book in the series Not very good lol 😆 Completed, still needs editing though let me know what you think!

First book in the Hybrid mate series...... His name Joshsan Morgan... Future Alpha of the blood scent pack... He loves running.. And being around people...He has black hair.. Brown eyes and a fit body.... He has A dad .. Mom... And younger sister... He lives his life to the fullest.. Waiting for his mate in the process.... He meets a certain red haired .. Pink eyed girl.. A goddess in his eyes.... He loved her even before he knew her name... His life was great having his mate.. His pack.. His family.. Totally unaware of the evil within his own pack.. He never thought that he would be betrayed by the person so close to his heart... How will he cope with this change......? Her name Jewels Blood Waters.. She loves to dance .. Swim.. Anything red is her style.. She has a mom. Her dad.. Her older twin siblings... She had long red hair.. Weird pink eyes.. And behold the beauty of the earth itself.... Her life was great .. Her secret was safe... Until they had to move to the blood scent pack territory... There she meets a black hair .. Brown eyes boy who would change her life forever... Twist and turns.. Ups and downs... Good time and bad times.. Times of war... Is she prepared for these changes... Can she handle a pack... Can she handle her bestfriend coming back after 3 years only to destroy her....But can she hurt her bestfriend who is her cousin but they grew up like sisters..... Can she handle the evils lurking deep within... Can she be the Alpha's Little hybrid ? This may not be based entirely about mates... It's mostly about two blood bonded bestfriends find their true strength and love for one another... To try and accept that they are the Moon twins... This is my first book of this type... This not edited.. I repeat... This is NOT edited... Read at your own risk.. You have been warned ... Thank you for picking this book.. Hope you like it... ENJOY!!!

Cursed by the Moon. Alone. She can only survive. *** Try to read this story, you might be surprised. *I do not own the rights to the cover's picture. Pinterest picture modified with great care and love by @Major-Dice #2 #projectwomanup 26/08/19 #1 #moon 08/09/19 #1 #sun 15/01/2021

I save the Alpha. He crowns my sister. "Miles... I'm your mate," I blurt, hoping that will break through his confusion and make him see me for who I truly am. He only stares quietly at me, but I can see the conflict and confusion in his expression. "I'm sorry, Rhea. You're beautiful, and your scent..." his words trail as he buries his nose on my neck and inhales deeply. "It's the sweetest I've ever known. But I love your sister, and I made a promise I don't intend to break. We will have to reject the mate bond." "Why won't you believe me?" I plead, my voice raw. "I'm the girl you met that night. I am your mate!" Miles' gaze hardens as he points toward the exit. "You need to leave, Rhea. Or I'll have security escort you out." "You liar!" I scream as I yank Roxy's hair. "You've stolen everything from me!" I feel Miles' hands gripping my shoulders as he yanks me off her, shoving me backward. I land hard on my butt. "Listen to me, Rhea," he hisses, his voice filled with venom, his eyes cold. "I don't want to see you near me or Roxy again. If you do, I'll have you banished." He takes a step closer, towering above me. "I, Alpha Miles Mondragon, reject you, Rhea Chapman, as my mate. Accept it or reject it; I don't fucking care." Have you ever watched your Knight in shining armor stolen from your very own fantasy? It could be the most heartbreaking thing. What do you do when the man fated to love you calls you a liar? When the boy you save becomes the Alpha who destroys you? This is my story, and how my fate was stolen.

The THIRD and LAST BOOK of Is it Series. "Baby. Are you even listening to me?" Darth's voice rumbled through the cabin, sharp enough to yank Ara out of her drifting thoughts. She blinked, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at him. "I heard you," she muttered, nodding once. "Good. Then answer me." "Stop calling me that," she shot back, irritation rising. Darth's lips curved-slow, arrogant, infuriating. "Stop calling you what, baby?" Ara groaned and rolled her eyes, heat crawling up her neck. Of course he found this amusing. Of course he loved poking at her nerves. "I am not your baby, Darth," she snapped, enunciating each word sharply. "My name is Ara. A. R. A." He stepped closer, lowering his head until his breath brushed her cheek. "Oh, I know exactly what your name is," he murmured, voice dipping into that maddening tone that always made her heart stumble. "But until you stop reacting so sweetly..." His fingers brushed a loose strand of her hair. "I'm not stopping." Ara froze, pulse tripping. "You're impossible." "And you," Darth whispered, eyes glinting, "are adorable when you're angry."

The SECOND BOOK of Is it Series. But Ara- Ara was breaking. Not gently. Not quietly. She was coming apart in front of him, and the sight cut through him like a blade. Her knees buckled. Her magic cracked. Tremors ripped through her. A choking cough tore free, blood spilling past her lips. Her fingers twitched for air that wouldn't come. Darkness swallowed her vision. Nature demanded its price. And she-always the one who carried what no one else could-paid it alone. Until he moved. Silent. Deadly. Relentless. He caught her before the floor could. She fell into him with a shuddering breath-weightless, burning, breaking. Every inhale was a losing fight. His heart slammed. His control shattered. "No." The word hit the air like a command to fate itself. Panic-raw, ancient-surged up his spine. "Breathe." "Stay awake." "Don't leave me." "Not again." His grip tightened, desperate, the bond between them thrumming like a frantic heartbeat. Magic. Fear. Want. All tangled into one. Every instinct-demon, wolf, man, monster-rose to shield her, claim her, keep her. He lowered his head, breath brushing her temple, voice rough enough to bleed. "Ara... don't you dare fall." She sagged against him, breaths stuttering. His arms locked harder, as if the universe might try to tear her away. His dominance wrapped around her like fire. His arrogance collapsed into fear. Every truth stripped bare: She was his weakness. His want. His danger. His undoing. He dragged her closer, feeling each faint heartbeat slice into him. His breath shook against her skin. Everything inside him-instinct, power, soul-rose and wrapped around her, pulling her into the center of him, refusing to let go. Every thought. Every instinct. Every piece of him- coiled around her.

"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

My husband was in a terrible accident that required six months of physical therapy. While I stood by him, cheering him on, he was making plans to leave me. For his physical therapist.