Meet Stella, a seventeen year old girl trying to pursue her dreams in a society where dreams are only for those asleep. It's the year 2100 and things work a bit differently in the world, for starters, breeding is now an occupation. Minimum GPA required to become one? None. A simple scanning of your DNA will determine how smart or not you are, if the results say you are smart, then you will be assigned a job in the workplace most fit for your genes, and if your DNA proves to be inferior, then they will send you home to breed. No questions asked. No change of occupation allowed. And don't even think about moving out of your assigned place in society. Anyone who violates these codes will be dealt with individually by the Republic of the United Brotherhood.

I stepped towards him, the Mate that was to be mine for all eternity. But before I could leap into his arms, he put his hands up, as if to tell me not to do what was an instinct. I held myself back, it confused me that he wasn't standing in front of me with open arms, and he was closed off. Before I could truly grasp what was happening, he said in a low sexy voice that travelled through my body sending tiny shock waves throughout, "I don't want you."

"He was unstoppable; killing everything in his path, he brought infinite darkness, everywhere he went. He was blinded by darkness and evil; he couldn't see, not until the beautiful creature he was strangling, shot her eyes open as she took her last breath. The dark clouds that seem to always follow him rained hard over his warriors and him, letting all know; an Alpha's Luna; was dead." +Both the rough draft & the rewritten version included inside+ *Rough Draft Completed The rewritten version is being posted in the second section with ✓. «This book is written in 1st person POV» 100K reads | 10/30/16 Thank you so much for half a mil.

Forced into a life she never wanted, Irina Kavalier finds herself in a whole new world unbeknownst to her for the last fifteen years of her life. The world of the Savage Rogues. When it's kill or be killed, what other choice does she have?

Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *

Alpha Cross of the Macabre Pack was a ruthless killer. He was known for leaving pack after pack in a bloodbath with not a single survivor in sight. A cold blooded killer with no feelings of remorse, pity, or grief whatsoever, Alpha Cross is someone no woman could ever hope to love... But of course, like all werewolves, he was destined to have a mate. Elair Richelieu, daughter of the beloved Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack is a fierce woman. Shrouded in mystery, Elair has survived the worst of the worst, most of which she cannot remember. Convinced by her duties Elair lived as a leader to her pack and her squadron, a mysterious group in which she grew up. But Fate had other plans... They were each others' mates. But there was one little issue... Elair can't feel their bond. Together, the two struggle in a relationship in which dominance is a power struggle. ****** The Alpha walks towards me and I raise an eyebrow. When he gets to point where our distance reduced to about half a meter in front of me I drop from the desk and stand up. "Whoa, there cowboy." I say as I hold my hands up. My jaw drops when I realize what he's actually trying to say. "Hold up. Are you saying I'm your mate? Because, well, I don't... uh... How do I put this simply... I don't feel you... Bro." I say as I dodge him and his disgusting stalker-ish approach of walking towards me. "You seem to think that you have a choice." The Alpha says to me with a smirk and I roll my eyes. "And you seem to think I give a shït." ------ Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf Warning: This is INCOMPLETE. After its publication in 2016 the last ELEVEN chapters were taken down due to copyright. So if you wanna read up to 24, go for it. Get it on Amazon here: https://goo.gl/c9R2F2

❝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

**!!!ICARUS IS NOW PUBLISHED AS AN EBOOK ON BARNES&NOBLE, KINDLE AND iBOOKS FOR PURCHASE OF $1.99 USD!!!** **SAMPLE CHAPTERS AVAILABLE** Danielle Hutchings knows her supernatural complex is dangerous, especially when it compels her to attend a party hosted by supernaturals one red-mooned night. Icarus Samuels is trying his best to forget the world that rejected him, but reforming his vampire life is difficult when an old piece of the past stumbles back into his life - literally. And now he'll do anything to restore Danielle's memory of her former life. There's just one problem. A spell too dangerous to break comes between Danielle and restoring her connection with Icarus and the world of Weres. And unbeknownst to Danielle, being anywhere near Icarus brings her closer to becoming victim to the spell's destructive power. What is she to do when her feelings of dismissal for Icarus become something much more? And what is Icarus to do when his vow to keep his distance interferes with his own desire to be near her?