Tempest was in love. With a man he couldn't have. Ever since he met Vulcan Stone he yearned for him. There was a deep feeling deep in his bones that dragged him to Vulcan. It was tortuous, leaving him making petty attempts to catch Vulcan's attention. Even more so knowing that he was cursed and could never feel his mate. He thought about asking Vulcan if he was his mate but could never work up the courage. It didn't help that Vulcan ignored him the most he possibly could. Tempest had always wanted to be alive, truly. To live and mostly to be loved. But most of all the thing he wanted the most was for Vulcan to love him. Vulcan was keeping a secret. One that was killing him. One that held him back from ever really living. Making him lie to the one most precious to him, and he didn't even know it. The pain was killing him, leaving him almost dead inside, and the only person that could make him live again he was lying to.

"Anyway.." he sighs and crawls over my lap. "What do you think you are doing?" I frown as he leans his back against the couch's handrest, and places his thighs over my lap, sitting sideways. "I'm sorry. I never really had any guy friends. Is this inappropriate?" he asks innocently. "Just don't move around," I mumble, placing my hands over his legs to keep them at one place. "So it's not inappropriate?" he asks. "It is. But I'm a better human than you, so I'll let you get away with this," I wink, tapping his nose. "No, please don't. Spank me Dylan," he says sarcastically. "Alright. How many?" I ask abandoning the Tv remote, and pulling him sideways so he was right in my lap. ....................... Read the feisty, quirky and romantic story of two stubborn individuals.

Being at the head of a pack is isolating; anyone at the top could tell you that. Rushed into a role you're not ready for. Rushed to find a mate. Rushed to move past your teenage years before school is even over. Trying to keep on top of it all is too much. Isn't it?

An Enigma is a rare type of gender, born only once per generation, able to make Omega's and Alpha's submit to them. A company lead by a selfish and yearning Alpha who slowly becomes obsessed with an employee and an Engima employee that hates his boss and does everything to avoid him. Will this obsession go well or will the Alpha feel the consequences of his actions? Read and see how this will play.. <3

Book 3 in Stray Series. I don't know what happened to me that night. I don't know how I, whatever I was now, came to be. Everybody who was there claims to have no knowledge of what really transpired, urging me to remain silent and secretive. I know they're lying to me, but I don't know why. I'm different from those around me, able to do and see and know things that they cannot. I seem to have a knack for being in the right place at the right time, of knowing what to do or say to fix the problem and help those around me. So why do I still feel so alone? Why do I feel so out of place? Why do I feel so hollow and empty? I can never seem to fill the ache in my chest regardless of what I do. I seem capable of helping everyone but myself. I searched, researched, scoured every source and talked with every knowledgeable creature I could find. But even still, no one knew how or why or what I am. Until I found him. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #5 in "Sparrow"

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

"Is that what they're callin' you now? Warboy?" "I suppose so, sir." ✯✯✯ The 1960s were a turbulent time; Vietnam raged overseas, and America simmered with unrest. But for Cassius Grant, life was supposed to be simpler: take over his late father's cattle ranch, keep his head down, and honor the legacy left behind. He never expected war to come knocking on his front door. And he certainly didn't expect Wyatt Fortner. As the draft looms and the world grows more dangerous, Cassius finds himself torn between duty, desire, and survival. In a time when love between two men is not just forbidden but dangerous, Cassius must navigate the unforgiving land he calls home-and the even harsher terrain that is discovering connection. All he wants is to make it out alive: alive enough to love and be loved in return. **THIS BOOK IS A UNREFINED DRAFT VERSION THAT HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED! A NEW VERSION WILL BE UPLOADED AND CONTINUED ON THIS PROFILE!**

Dawson is- most people who don't know him would say- as straight as they come. And senior year away from home promises to be a big year for him: no parents in sight, a whole new set of friends, he just seems to have it all. Not to mention that all the pretty girls of the very private Wharton High are dying to get a taste of the new talk of the school. If only he could get Adam Hamilton's eyes out of his head. * "He dislikes him so much he is annoyed by the mere sound of his breathing. He dislikes him so much that he can't bring himself to ignore him; that even the way his stupid glasses perfectly sit on his symmetrical nose exasperates him; and his ridiculously blue eyes that take different shades of blue based on his mood and now Dawson knows that apathy is the ocean whereas rage is a starless night sky. And his jawline looks like it was sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo, but he dislikes him so much he can't look at his face without feeling his cheeks flush in anger. Truth is, Dawson dislikes him because Hamilton did something that no other person- despite their best efforts- ever managed to do. He made him feel weak."

Warning: RWB spoilers ahead. Some say the best love stories often take time. Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture, especially when he knew he didn't stand a chance against any of them. Safe to say, he spent his single years in a long-term ache he did not once divulge to anyone, but even that did not come close to the night Cameron confessed. The night Cameron confessed his undying love for someone else. Realizing that he was hopelessly and irretrievably in love with Cameron wasn't easy, and finding out that Cameron was hopelessly and irretrievably in love with his best friend was no picnic either. Things weren't certainly made better when their friends decided to spend the entire summer holed up together in Blake's summer house, putting Emery's initial plan of getting over Cameron before he starts college into a ten-week-long agonizing pause. Of course, be that as it may, fate has had a nick of testing Emery's patience... as it only gets a little worse━then, a little better━and right back to irremediable worst of worst from there. Spin-off to Rage With Benefits. Can be read as a stand-alone but a number of references will be made from the first book.