When a strange advertisement appears on the local newspaper asking for compliant females willing to interview and connect with the minds of the worlds worst serial killers, Aria Black thinks it nothing short of an exaggeration. She applies for the job in order to spice up her monochrome lifestyle and let loose of her past. She receives the biggest shock of her life. That shock comes in the form of a man infamously known as Banshee. © bincus, 2017. recognitions: wattys shortlisted 2018. featured in mystery. #1 in mystery/thriller 2019.

Greece. 7th century B.C. She's bathed in silk and gold. Her beauty beyond compare. Her combat skills even better then Artemisia herself. A god is what she's called, and a god she is. Ruthless. Deadly. And Powerful. She's the moon goddess's greatest creation, a Lycan stronger than any, faster than all and feared by every monster you could ever know. Only, He didn't run. He doesn't cower in fear. She Didn't scare him, and for whatever reason she didn't want to. In a world of Lycans and werewolves, animal instinct drive her, and her monster will force him to her will. She's the Lycan Queen And The Queen Always Gets What She Wants. That is, unless he fights back and bends her to his will. ~♡~♡~♡~ !!Sneak Peek!! "Ambrosia holds him, his body half submerged in the water and her eyes connecting with the healing torn flesh of his shoulder. She keeps him down as she lowers herself to his wound, her tongue grazing over his dripping blood and gaping skin. Nicandros fights against the heat of her tongue and the feel of her body pressed against him. His canines are shown as he growls and tries to bite onto whatever he can, but her position withholds him from any attack. He felt her tongue trace the bite marks, her lips grazing over the open flesh, slowly tracing down to his chest and licking the few Wounds that had yet to heal." ~°~°~°~°~ *Please be warned that this book contains strong sexual content* This story is NOT completed yet. Updated every 2 weeks. <3 ~°~°~°~°~ #1 in Likeagirl 8/2/19 #2 in wattywolves 8/7/19 #53 in warrior 8/8/19 #36 in Ruthless 8/7/19 #21 in deadly 8/8/19

Book 2 of West Coast Witches. See Kitty's Witch for book 1. Lucian was a bad, bad dragon. Kicked out of the Goddess' favor because of his vain, selfish, anti-social, jewel-hoarding nature, he found himself tied to the one thing he couldn't possibly resist - a witch so sparkly, she's almost blinding. He'd spent an entire year basking in the affection of the brightest witch in the whole of the West Coast, right up until that f*cking cat ruined everything by revealing their biggest secrets, and now he's lucky if he can get a single shimmery pout from his twinkling witch. Well. He's just about had it with her insistence on ignoring him. He was a two-tonne dragon. A freaking dragon. With fire and claws and Goddess-dammed spinal spikes for f*cksake. He was going to help her get her clumsy friend back, eat the silly elf that took her, and make her glitter for him until he couldn't see straight anymore. All that sparkle was his, dammit, and dragons don't share their jewels.

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.

"Listen close to the howls and feel their agony." Living under the imposition of the Association is what the life of Amareth Rose has to go through with each day. Through the arrant training of assassination and the depths of espionage, they habituate her into invisibility, devising her into their deadliest weapon- a killing machine. Her set of skills are beyond impressive; her talents no match and out of the leagues of men. Knowing the abhorrent avocation of the Association, her mother pioneers her away from the corrupted tyrrannies, despite knowing the risks; to lead her daughter into a path where there is no more wars, no more blood-shed, no more depravity. Through that tutelage, Amareth hid herself behind her true motives. Her struggle each day of concealing the truth has never been unveiled. Not a single soul debunks her repugnance towards the hunt of innocent varmints. Until the moment when she meets her fated person- her other half. The Alpha of the most vicious pack ever known in history. The Moonstone pack. Untamed, ferocious, truculent. The name itself is a living legend, a carrier of terror and horror for many packs and many years to come by. They are notorious for their brutality and savagery, threatening those who dares to step foot on their territory. Packs heed of the way they triumph in battles. The way they subjugate territories. The way they dictate Empires. All led by an Alpha. Valentino Rolfe. And none dares to defy him, for they all fear and admire his rule. "A Beast to all, a Mate to one." All Rights Reserved. Copyright © Urbantales11 Cover from DeviantArt

"Quick, kiss me." I choked on my baguette as I looked up at my boss, his intense grey eyes burning into me as my jaw fell open with a mouthful of chocolate baguette. "What?" I snapped, was it just me or did my boss suddenly lose his mind? One minute he was talking about rescheduling the meeting booked at two and then he said kiss me, maybe he said something else, maybe it was miss, bliss, piss? But all the thoughts in my head were swiped away as he stood up from his chair, his tall frame hovering over me before he grabbed my arm so roughly the baguette I was holding fell out of my grip and he pulled me upwards, and the man I have worked for three years and never touched suddenly was pressed against my chest as his lips met mine. And the piece of baguette in my mouth only made me choke further. * * * Gabriel Parish needed the wealth that came when his grandfather passed away, but there was a catch, he had to be married, or have a wife of some sort for at least two years, and the 29 year old bachelor had no intention of ever getting a wife, they were too complicated. So with the advice of his lawyer, he does the next best thing, claims he had a wife and now they were divorced, only his grandmother needed proof. And that's how Aurora Rodrigues, the personal assistant of Gabriel was dragged to Greece under the impression of a "business conference" as they paraded her as his ex-wife, without her knowing. But with the whole family after the wealth if Gabriel fails, he had to make sure she doesn't find out, and he secures the 3 billion inheritance and makes sure he doesn't break his grandmother's heart.

- His gaze swept over the sea of faces below him, and grazed past me and then went back. I gasped. His eyes. So blue, so bright. The color of an iceberg. And then I was terrified. My brain couldn't understand the sudden feeling, couldn't even stop what my body did at the sudden onslaught of emotion that wasn't mine. I screamed. The ground swirled up into my vision and then everything went black. - I was your average scientist working at the facility. My name's Cecily by the way. But an encounter with the Facility's newest and so far biggest discovery changes everything, and then I'm suddenly tossed into the tangle which is the top of the pecking order in the Facility. Fun? Nuh uh. Trust me there's plenty more than 'pecking' going on up here...And then there's the new discovery, named Subject R.... Well hell. Gonna be a long ride...

Prologue Katulad ng bagyo, hinagupit ni Gertrude ang puso ni Gerry nang dumating ito sa buhay niya. Katulad din ng malakas na bagyo mataas ang casualty. 30 times na binasted 45 times nakipagbreak 50 times naghamon ng divorce The numbers are rising and so is the intensity of his love for her.

Meyer Brant has lived in the Outlands his entire life. Sometimes Traders bring magical artifacts from the Great Realms and other far off lands, but otherwise he is removed from the kings, sorcerers and magical creatures of the world. Instead, Meyer's biggest concern is enduring his daily Martial Training--a necessity in Vanroc, a town which lives in constant fear of Raiders. Yet one day during a sparring session, Meyer experiences a moment of supernatural strength, and his life is changed forever...

❝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