The kingdom of Bayfell requires that every male and female must marry after he or she turns sixteen. Of course, not everyone loves this law, but the kingdom's population is dwindling. The Claiming is a ceremony in which one young man writes down the name of three women of his choosing, listing most preferable to least. At the event, the announcements are made of whom each man chose to be his wife. The woman does not get a say in it whatsoever. She is stuck with whoever picks her. Isabella Reyes is unfortunately sixteen, and she is terrified. She grew up in the Facility, a home for orphans born to women of the lower class. Little does she know that the claim that is made for her hand will change everything. *Disclaimer: If you think this is a werewolf novel, you are very much wrong! I didn't realize the title's connection to werewolf lore until MONTHS after I was halfway into it. But please, give it a try if you were fooled! It's a mixture of fantasy, romance, and dystopian that has yet to disappoint!* Book cover credits to @Teddy_Ninja Thank you so much for the brilliance you have created for my story!

I stared at the man who'd kidnapped me, my heart pounding. His green eyes burned me. Burned me until I was nothing but ash. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sadie Mills wanted nothing but to accomplish her dreams of becoming a world class ballet dancer. All her life she had worked hard to reach where she was now. She was close. So close to achieving her goals. However, a sudden attack and an impulsive mistake sends Sadie's life in a tailspin, when she comes face to face with a man who was the epitome of destruction. Renzo Pugliesi likes his life and his women in order. The slightest mistake results in murder as he prides himself on delivering the most painful of punishments. When an honest mistake lands him with a girl who is fire and ice all in one, Renzo knows that he has to do whatever it takes to bring her to heel; even if it means losing himself in the process. Who would win and who would lose? Sadie knows that Renzo is no ordinary man. But she has yet to find out that he powerful enough to destroy her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning: Mature Content!

I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. I knew I was going to die. Die at the hands of my captor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kelsey Blake wanted revenge. She wanted to destroy the man who had kidnapped her twin. Not only had her life taken a sudden turn in Italy, she had been separated from her only family. However, despite her thinking that she was free from the cruel, Mafia world, that was not the case; as Kelsey had managed to attract the attention of Severon Aresco. Severon Aresco is an enigma; nobody knows who he really is. In his world, he is known as Snake, as he strikes and kills without anyone realizing. People think that Severon is the weaker twin, but they couldn't be further from the truth. When Severon comes across the unusual woman that is Kelsey Blake, he is instantly captured by the crazy, yet daring girl. And just like his brother, Severon would do everything to make Kelsey submit to him. Will Severon succeed in bending Kelsey to his will? Kelsey knows that Severon is dangerous, and she wants to run as far away from him as possible. But she also knows that escaping Severon is an impossible task in itself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning: mature content!

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Completed Eve.... I had watched them from afar for years, beautiful boys becoming indescribable men, safe in the knowledge nothing would happen... nothing could happen. I was their little sisters best friend, I was safe, until I wasn't. Gabe .... We had watched her grow up, made sure no harm could come to our sisters or her but her time was running out. Angelo.... Soon little one....soon you'll be able to do more that steal glances at us, you'll see us looking at you too. Michael.... Not since my sisters 18 birthday had I felt so alive, we had recognised her then, had admitted what we wanted and had made plans to wait, to wait until she was finished at university and now she's done, we are coming ready or not...

"Everyone knew she was his." ~ Ava and Lucas have been best friends since Lucas saw Ava at the playground when she was 4 years old. She is innocent and shy where as Lucas is more intimidating to everyone other than Ava. Despite this, they do everything together. Where ever one went, the other followed. Never going more than a day without seeing each other, it's safe to say they were inseparable. Now at 16, Ava is forced to spend a year in public school after being homeschooled all her life. How is Lucas going to react with all the new people she is going to meet, especially being so possessive over Ava. However, even though they are best friends, Lucas is keeping a secret from Ava. A big one. Lucas is a werewolf. And Ava is his mate. ~ [SAMPLE - FULL VERSION AVAILABLE ON GOODNOVEL]

Completed Saved by the delightful Mrs Rose and taken to her remote Estate helped Eva recover from a broken body, heart and mind, but Mrs Rose wants more for Eva and knows just what she needs to bring Eva back to life. Lucifer, Hades and Daemon had it all, looks, charm, money and power but they were not happy, not content, what was missing , what did they need to make life worthwhile. A cunning matchmaker who knows exactly what her devilish grandsons need. When The threat to Eva resurfaces, Mrs Rose brings the devils home to save her.

Completed The Rose Triplets..... Elijah Noah Jericho Their Goddess.... Genevieve Thorn At Sixteen the boys had teased, tormented and pranked her and made her life vividly colourful. At Eighteen she had turned the tables tormenting them with her every move, till she had run from them. At Twenty she returned to finish her final year at university and to build a career in wildlife photography. They warned her they were waiting. At Twenty One, with university done, her time was up......

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...