SEBASTIAN VILLAN In the days since my brother passed away, I struggled with finding reasons to get out of bed through the pain of my grief. The world didn't seem so bright, but instead, it was in grayscale. I needed my damn colors back. It's nearing Christmas, and I decided that I'm going to chase after said colors, but he had a name. Jasper Reid. The last time I saw him was two years go, when he was running away from me after profusely apologizing for kissing me. I didn't even have time to process. Because days later, my brother ended his life. I thought I was straight, but I concluded I wasn't. It's two years later, and I finally see him again. It hits me like a ton of bricks, and I realize that through our five years of friendship, I'd always had feelings for him. When Jasper agrees to see me, so that we can talk, Tate tells me I need to be upfront about how I feel for Jasper. With the place Jasper and I are in, it was going to take a lot of work. But as we progress, we slam into difficult hurdles. I want him as my future, he wants me, too. But I still struggle with grief. He struggles with how to handle me when fall into one of my lows. Things are twisted. Jasper Reid is my color-the brightest of shades. But will we be able to make it work between us? Or were we doomed from the start?

Luca was a victim of Old Alpha's Lust. He was a child sold, raped and broken beyond imagining. Every scar, every secret, he carried alone until Aiden came. The alpha who sees him, claims him and shows him light in a world that tried to destroy him. But Luca's past is far from silent. When the truth surfaces, the world will finally meet the monster they forged in blood and cruelty. 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚: This story is for mature readers. It explores dark and complex dynamics.

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Though they've never actually met Corey has known his mate his whole life. He doesn't know too much about demons, just that he's in love with one, and after some unfortunate events and a few deals with demons his mate Valentine and him are finally together. But will his lack of knowledge prior to this become an issue? And are all the problems over? ****Warning this is the third book in a series, I strongly recommend going back and reading The Beta first****

Ambrose Mickaya thought he was doing the right thing. Thought that waiting years before claiming his mate was best for both of them. But he was wrong. His mate wasn't how he remembered him, his pack wasn't how he remembered it either. Danger lurked where joy used to be. Violence, destruction, and pain now flooded his mate. There's only one person to blame...himself. Now, at twenty-five, Ambrose will do whatever he can to win his mate back. His big...burly...vicious mate back. Ambrose's morals, wants, and needs are constantly questioned. Winning his mate back will cost him, himself. It'll be painful, it'll be toxic, it'll be everything Ambrose had ever wanted. -------------------------------------- THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE! Book number 6 in the Alpha Series

Ezra Mickaya, Lycan, and soon-to-be alpha. He is sunshine and happiness personified. Nothing is too hard or too complicated for him to handle. He is ready to take on the next stage of his life, and at 24 he is ready for a mate. Optimistic. Hopeful. Excited. Three words to describe how he felt before he met his fated match. Broken. Worthless. Forgotten. Three words to describe how he felt after he met his fated match. Ezra is the oldest of six children, which means he keeps a lot to himself. Including the heartbreak of a rejection. Yet he somehow found his way to move forward even if he continued to suffer in silence. Ezra has fully convinced himself that he is meant to live this long life completely alone. After the rejection, nothing felt good to him anymore. No longer did he sleep with random men. Or want a meaningless relationship. Ezra truly believed that this life was his to live alone... Or was it? Will Ezra finally get the love story he's wanted since he was a kid?

Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack. Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story. Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him. Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.

Book one of three in the Project Trilogy MUST BE READ IN ORDER EMERY GRAY: I'm the friend who likes doing cute things for my friends if I notice they aren't mentally doing well. I enjoy making uplifting cards or beaded bracelets just so they can smile. I do this for holidays, too, because I know the holidays can be hard for some. I never knew my friend group was secretly against me the entire time. After overhearing them laugh at my expense, I'm about to walk away. When I turn, I slam right into a very tall wall of muscle that sends me backward before another hand shoots out and catches my elbow before I fall. When I look up, I see them. The infamous Triple-A. Everyone hates them. They don't trust anyone. They're cruel. Those are all things I've heard but never witnessed. After they drag me away from my supposed group of friends, they offer me a safe place with them. I decline. I declined because my brother would have my head if I accepted. If Ellis found out I befriended the group he hated, I wouldn't know what to do. But a member of Triple-A has noticed me. Alaric Benson. The jokester. The class-clown. The one with the amazing hazel eyes that I start getting lost in. No, I can't befriend Triple-A, but the offer becomes harder to resist when I realize how alone I feel. I befriended them, and they started helping me find out who I am. They aren't cruel like everyone believes. Not unless they have to be. So, where did everyone get this idea? Oh, god, someone help me. I don't know how much longer I can resist Alaric Benson. Falling in love with him is a recipe for disaster! Right? If my brother finds out, I don't know what will happen, but I can't resist him anymore. Screw the damage I'll take from the fallout. It's my life, and I need to remember that.

Book two of three in the Project Series. BOOKS MUST BE READ IN ORDER. JASON ARCHER I can't stop the darkness from slipping into my vision. All I see is the only person I ever loved as he lay on the ground with a weak pulse. I saved him, though. But I hate the idea of being a hero. I'm not a hero. I only couldn't stand the thought of a plane of existence where Apollo didn't exist. I had to save him. He still carried my heart with him--the heart that left me to stay with him against my will. However, I won't tell him it was me. In order to heal, I decided, at the last minute, to go on the cruise designed to help uplift those struggling mentally. Emery Gray, my ex-boyfriend, found out it was me, and I didn't want to risk Apollo searching for me. But fate laughed in my face in the name of my panicked last-minute decision. Because when I thought I was escaping Apollo and Triple-A altogether, I didn't escape him at all. Apollo is on this cruise, and he knows from the moment he looks into my eyes that I saved his life. Damn it, maybe Emery was onto something. Maybe there is magic in healing with the person you were supposed to heal with all along. And maybe, just maybe, the future I always wanted with him is right in front of my face, and maybe it's waiting to be grabbed. All I have to do is fight through my fears and snatch it up.