Raven Frost is an epitome of mystery who weaved a web of lies and held a million secrets within her. She had come to Shadowvale University to revel in life's bounty. But her very first day tripped out. Her one lie led to another, and then another, until all she had was a willow of lies that rooted within her. And the hot, cunning man she lied to had stuck to her life like branches to her tree. Alessandro Del Vecchio. The Lucifer's progeny. The one who rules Shadowvale, dressed in an expensive pressed suit, burying his darkness in the hollow space where his heart is supposed to be. All he ever intended was to hunt down the traitor who betrayed The Outfit. The plan was simple: find the culprit, and end their life. Until she stepped in. At the wrong time and wrong place, and she became his infatuation. His own little poison that he couldn't stop consuming even if it killed every bit of him. He was the addict and she was the addiction that intoxicated his already infected soul. An addiction that leads to his destruction. His demise and her victory. Secrets. Betrayal. And passion. Tangled in the game of trust and lies, not everyone is who they say they are. Everyone wears masks in this masquerade of death. When the masks lift, who would be the last man standing...

She was a good girl. She was polite. She was humble. She was extremely beautiful. She studied hard. She didn't drink. She was completely genuine. She would curl up with an good book every night and be completely content. She had a past that always tended to follow her around wherever she went. She wasn't as strong and resilient as she made herself out to be. Her name was Emily Collins. He was a bad boy. He was impulsive. He was arrogant and cocky. He was extremely good looking. He raced. He drunk alcohol. He was a complete player. He would go to a different party every night. He had a past that always tended to follow him around wherever he went. He wasn't as bold and confident as he made himself out to be. His name was Aiden Black. When Emily moves back to her hometown to be with her best friend and cousin she doesn't expect to be window neighbours with Pearlacre highs biggest heart ache. She definitely didn't expect the late night conversations and the events that always seemed to throw herself and Aiden together or the strange feelings she had soon developed for him. Emily was the epitome of a good girl. Aiden was the epitome of a bad boy. Fate has a funny way of doing things, well that is only if you believe in fate. And they say opposites attract Maybe Emily is just like any other girl Maybe Aiden plans to use her for his own benefit and then throw her away like so many other girls before her Or maybe she's the Bad Boys Exception.... ________ Please be warned that this is an extremely slow building story (more so than you think)!! Feel free to DM me at anytime to ask any questions or even just have a chat!! :)))

Mia is a sassy girl and a werewolf with an honest heart and, she lives with her father and her older brother, her father is the beta of her pack, Silver Moon Pack. One night, she went to a party. That night she meets new friends who are from a different pack. And at that moment she also meets the alpha of Blood Stone Pack. Her mate. Blaze is an alpha of his pack, the Blood Stones pack is known to be the largest and the strongest pack in America, no packs could fight them or beat them mostly it's better to not make the ruthless alpha an enemy. The jealous, possessive Italian man meet his mate at a party, as soon as he took a glimpse of her face, he swore to himself to never let her go and to never give her up to another man. "I was only talking to him." She said fiercely. "Oh yeah, well it seems that you were flirting with him." He scoffed. "No I wasn't Blaze, stop being so jealous!" She shouted at him, his eyes turned into a dark colour, his wolf took partly control of him. "Fuck off, I'm not jealous, I'm territorial. Jealousy is when you want something that's not yours. Territorial is protecting what's already yours." Blaze said gripping Mia waist forcefully and inhaled his mate scents. She's only my luna and I will fucking kill them if they touch or glance at my mate. Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment. WARNING: THERE WILL BE CURSING WORDS AND MATURE CONTENT. COMPLETED 1# HIGHEST RANKING IN ALPHA 1# HIGHEST RANKING IN POSSESSIVE 3# HIGHEST RANKING IN SELFISH

Isis Rivera is a beautiful 15 year old young girl who is bullied, tortured and treated as a slave, in sum she is the packs punching bag. After her parents are killed during a rouge attack her 4 brothers and the Silver Moon Pack start to treat her bad, being the betas only daughter and having fought by her parents side till their last breath, then everybody starts to blame her of their death due to her not helping out her parents enough which caused their death. Its been 2 years since their death and she will soon be turning 16 years old, no one knows she had shifted at just 14 years old due to the grieve of her parents death, no one was there for her during her shift so no one knew that she was a white and gray wolf bigger than the other she wolves. What will happen when she turns 16 and she finds her mate or mates, will he/they accept her or reject her. Follow Isis in her ups and downs of her life, will she get away from her abusive pack or will she stay and continue being the packs punching bag.

Ace, the werewolf world's most feared murderer. At age 18, he wiped out four packs- thousands of lives were lost that year. His murderous rage continued till one day where he caught by the top pack's alphas and thrown into the highest security prison to rot. Why give them the death penalty when they are on the verge of death for years, writhing in pain? Four years later a high school with a student named Lillian has to go to Security Prison Alpha for a mysterious school field trip that her pack set up. Warning: This story contains kinks, gore, and self-harm. This is a complete rewrite of my original Prison Mate, four years later.

Vince Blake is perfect; he has a perfect family, a perfect life, a perfect record for this year's football season and a perfect fucking smile. Haz, short for Hazel Stiles, isn't perfect and doesn't want to be. What she does want to be, though, is something more than a "best friend's little sister" to Vince. Parker Stiles isn't perfect either but he tries to be a perfect brother, even when it implies protecting his dear sister from his fuckboy best friend. --- "I don't really believe in love like that," he says. I quirk an eyebrow at him. "Love like... what?" He purses his lips thoughtfully, stirring the milk absently. "Love that makes your whole world spin or something. It sounds like a fantasy and nothing more." Our eyes meet. I decide to be risky. "Well, I believe in it and... I could show you." --- What happens when, one day, that girl that used to follow you like your shadow just doesn't anymore? What happens when she abruptly vanishes from your life? What happens when you start to... miss her? Yeah, what then? Vince has no idea.