"Earth has been different for awhile, but I don't think we've ever had a beautiful, muscular alien dude falling from the sky. It's not really something you see everyday" ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ The year is 2033. Men are almost extinct after the war, leaving few woman to scavenge what's left of planet earth. Posy has been alone for a few years. She tries to survive in a world where it's every girl for herself, until one fateful day when she finds an extra tall, buff alien man in the woods. An alien man who has never met a female in his life. * Just for fun - Lots of fluff * Highest rankings- #2 in Romance - 9/28/19 #1 in Alien - 8/12/19 #1 in Post-apocalyptic- 7/29/19 #5 in Invasion - 8/4/19 #47 in Human - 8/2/19

PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The softest place to fall" "Who did this to you?" The question hangs in the air between us. I can't look at him. I stare at my hands instead. "Ella." His voice breaks on my name. "Please. Talk to me." "I- " The word comes out as barely a whisper. "I can't." "You can. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm not going anywhere."

"You're here," she murmured, voice steady. "Tell me two things you can see." His throat worked. "The tub," he managed, voice rough. "You." "Good," she said. "Now, two things you can hear." "The shower," he exhaled. "Your voice." "Two things you can feel." "The water." His grip tightened on her hand. "You." "That's good," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. Sawyer Jones lives in a world of chaos-underground fights, illegal races, and the constant war inside his own head. His autism makes the world too loud, too bright, too much. Violence is the only thing that quiets the noise. Until Lia. Soft-spoken but relentless, she meets him in the tub in a party and refuses to leave. She steadies him when the rage takes over, pulls him back when he's drowning. But Sawyer knows better than to believe in peace. In his world, nothing good lasts. And the deeper Lia gets, the more he realizes-he might be her greatest danger yet. PLS GIVE IT A TRY 🌸🌸

Vincent Brunos is the Don of the families. Ezra Gallo is a shy girl. When Vincent meets Ezra by chance, he can't help but feel enthralled by the young girl sitting on a couch, reading a book.

FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

A young girl brought into the world by two people that should never have been created. They were abusive They were toxic. And they took it out on their own child. One faithful day, the young Willow escaped the only two people she knew and fled for her life, wanting to build a new one for herself. With nowhere to go, she came across an alluring opening to a forest nearby her house; it was calling to her, inviting her inside. With no other options, Willow trusted her gut and entered the woods, only for her life to change drastically as she stepped through the opening, sealing her fate and entering a new life she would have never thought existed. She wasn't alone in those woods; something was out there. That someone would be her saviour. Her mate.

In which a skittish human girl and an angry Alpha wolf heal together A Werewolf Romance Copyright © The Queen Slushie 2021 You do not have permission to copy or republish my work. These characters are mine and mine only.

COMPLETE !! "What would you do if I die?" "Die." "Oh you would die?" I mumble and he nods giving me a small smile. "What would you do if I die?" He repeats my question. "Live." He frowns and I internally evil laugh at myself. That was a good one. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Adelia Collins was a talkative girl always in the mood for friends and Zeke Miller just happened to be there at the right time. Her bubbly personality, weird obsession with marvel, and stupid jokes enlightening his mood and fitting perfectly with his uncommunicative behaviour. No one would've expected it, but they understood each in a perfect, unusual way. She was funny and kind to everyone. He was rude and dull to everyone. Well, everyone except her. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* HIGHEST RANKS- #1 in goodgirl #1 in innocent #1 in cold #1 in heartfelt #1 in sweetheart #1 in attraction #2 in opposites #2 in cliche #4 in humour ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Adelia Collins wanted someone to match marvel sweatshirts with, but she didn't expect to come across a wealthy family who did dangerous things for living. Zeke Miller wanted a quiet day to observe, not meaning to contain a conversation with a weird girl at a cafe. But why did he come back? Why did he make her a friend? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* "Darling?" "Yes?" "Do you love me?" "Always. Why?" "Just making sure," ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Are these two going to get a happy ending? ~~~ 𝘼+𝙕? ~~~ *𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 * This story is rough around the edges in the beginning chapters and will hopefully get better. This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, self-harm, etc.)

~complete~ But what would happen when a military captain who barely talks meets an overly joyous girl who works at a bookstore? Surprising, wouldn't it be? When he asks first for them to be friends and constantly finds time in his busy schedule just to be around her? Add two little friends who will stop at nothing but see these two together. Isn't this a ship that's meant to sail till the end? ✪ ✪ ✪ "G-Grey?" I called out softly before he left the store. I was afraid that something would happen to him when he was away. "You'll come back?" I just wanted him to assure me that he would be safe. He was strong yes, but I was conflicted. "Always, tulip." He gently stroked my hair as he extended his pinky finger. I extended mine too and his thumb pressed on mine in a promise and I relaxed slightly. ||Highest ranking|| #3 in protective 5/13/2023 #6 in humor 5/13/2023 #2 in adorable 5/20/2023 #7 in sweet-romance 5/22/2023 #1 in kind 5/25/2023 #2 in grumpy 5/30/2023 #7 in sweet 6/1/2023 #75 in love 6/3/2023 #3 in lovely 6/23/3023 #2 in soft 6/25/2023 #3 in slowburn 7/12/2023 #4 in sunshine 7/25/2023 #1 in smile 10/18/2023 #5 in cute 11/17/2023