Penny: I still remember the first moment our eyes met, something happened. Those icy blue eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I could feel the magnetic pull and we're both helpless against it. Our eyes met constantly across the room. He would be the first to tear his eyes away. He's so powerful, though. So charismatic. He's a lycan. I'm just a regular werewolf. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I made up my mind that I would make him love me. I would fight for what I want. I would deny my own mate if it means I get to keep him. Three years I went after him single-mindedly. I laid my heart out for him. He kept pushing me away. Then one day he pushed too far...and I'm tired of fighting for us. There's no us. I'm just a fool. I'm done fighting. I made up my mind that I'm going forget him. I'm going to go out there and lose my virginity, over and over again if I have to. I mean, why hold on to it, right? It's not like I'm getting an award for keeping it the longest. Not likely that my mate will keep his virginity for me. Darius certainly didn't. Why the double standard? So, why can't he just leave me alone now? Why is he so hellbent on breaking me? Stupid lycan. Ughhh...stupid, stupid lycan. Darius: The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she's my erasthai. The one. The exotic looking dark haired beauty. Dark eyes taunting me. Haunting me. Only I'm not looking for the one. I'm a warrior, there's no room for a mate. A mate will make you weak. My enemies could get to me through my mate. Then it happened. She finally gave up. For some reason, it makes me mad. Not only did she give up, but she gets this crazy idea that she's going to lose her virginity to some random stranger. Fvck that! That's not going to happen. Nobody else is touching her. I'll make her wait until she finds her mate. She's so stubborn, though. She's driving me crazy. So, why can't I leave her alone?

Being the daughter to one of the most experienced fighters known is a hard task, never mind being the younger sister to five very protective brothers. Riae has wanted to work in the fight industry since she was a little girl, but girls don't fight...don't train and can't be with the big dogs. When her father finally gives her the chance to take on some bigger game, Riae is all for it....that is till Twins Owen and Van Cunning walk into her office. Their massive, solid fighting warriors that don't listen to a single soul. Rae has to prove not only to everyone else, but to the twins that she can turn them into something great. Owen and Van have seen it all, they've just about been to every fight gym in the area and are running out of options. So when word comes around that the legendary fighter has opened a training gym close by, the twins jump at the chance to learn from him. However he's already booked solid, his daughter however is not. They aren't happy about not getting what they want, but devise a plan to make the little princess's life a living hell in order to get what they want. Its only a matter of time before the twins find something they never thought they were looking for, and Riae seems to be just that. WARNING.....THIS IS A DIRTY BOOK >.< don't judge me

Destiny. It was a funny thing. I had always thought that I could create my own destiny. But after attending my junior year at Nox Haven, I knew that wasn't possible. My destiny was written two hundred years before my birth, when my ancestor- The Dark Warlock- created a cult of Dark Ones. It was my destiny to rid the world of his mistake- but I didn't know how. That was the funny part, I knew what I had to do but I didn't know how. Nobody wrote that part of the prophecy. I would figure it out though, two of my beloved friends were dead because the Dark Ones. I swore on their graves that no one else would follow. **Book Three in the Nox Haven Series**

BOOK TWO IN THE NOX HAVEN SERIES: When you look in the mirror what do you see? Does your reflection look exactly like you or does it mirror the person you truly are. I can hardly look in the mirror anymore, the boy I loved is dead, and the one I saved cannot be trusted. With a heavy heart I try to wear my armor proudly, now is not the time to worry. Now, as a sixteen year old girl, I must prepare myself for war. I only hope they don't have me leading the troops because every time I try to make things better they become worse. In a time of chaos I must learn who I can really trust. Who will love you? Who will die for you? And who will betray you? I never expected to find any of those things out when I attended my sophomore year at Nox Haven.

I'd Like to think I was a good person, before it all began. I didn't cheat on tests, or steal. But throughout my entire life, I was treated if I were a monster. At the age of five, after several agonizing tests, I was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder. But not even that title could describe just how strange I was. When another kid got hurt, I would cry. Whenever someone else was told a funny joke, I would laugh hysterically. People looked at me as if I were crazy- and for while I agreed with them. That was until I, Caddie Jones, was exiled to Nox Haven Academy, a school for truly special kids. Not the mentally ill, psychotic kind of special but the magical kind. Like witches, vampires, fairies and werewolves. Call me crazy if you want, you wouldn't be the first. But the stories are all true. The supernatural did exist and I was one of them. Life there was cool until suddenly, I was faced with two-faced witches, egotistical princes, hormone driven werewolves, and an army of evil warlocks who were threatening to destroy the world. ... Maybe Nox Haven was a school for psychos after all. ---------------------------------------------------------- Highest Rank: #2 in Paranormal 1st Place winner of The Night Shift's Killer Competition 4/10/16 Illustration by: Stephanie Pitino (www.ClairObscur.fr) (1st book in series)

[Completed] ''I was born in flames and chaos. In one moment, I didn't exist at all. In another, air was tearing through the flesh of my lungs.'' Deep in an unknown forest, a young woman woke up alone and confused. She had no knowledge of her past, what she was, or who she was. Why was she in this world at all? Fate drove her into the hands of a family of vampires, all of whom brought relief in the slightest touch of her skin. But their touch was more than addicting. With each stroke, mysterious etches appeared on her flesh, divulging information thought to be lost to the world; information of magic, power, and a viciously murdered coven of witches. With no past and an uncertain future, she must find out her purpose in this life before the supernatural world takes her for all she has to give. Even more so, she must attempt to understand a craving she has for the dangerous vampire family she's found herself enslaved to; a craving to be touched. All Rights Reserved © 2015 {{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}} This story is a multi-lover romance novel. Proceed with caution because it will get heated! Highest Ranking: #1 in Vampire

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

For three years, Juliana has seen how her brother and his friends play the game. A game that every girl at Roosevelt High knows about. She has seen how her brother changes rankings and the color of his Letterman jacket. Each number represents every girl the members have ever slept with, and each color represents how close they are to that legendary black-and-grey Letterman. Juliana and her friends are the coaches, but Juliana holds the legendary Playbook. She has learned each and every move the players of the school use. She's become the master of the secrets these guys play. Juliana and her friends are the only girls that don't fall for their games. But what happens when Alejandro, one of the school legends, wants to have Juliana? Will her knowledge and skills of his games help her from falling for him? Or will Mr. Player have to give up his dignity to be with her?

*editing* "As soon as he touched my arms sparks started to run along them. I missed him. The bond between us had grown stronger over the time apart. My heart was skipping to an unfamiliar beat and as soon as I was through the hole I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me connecting his lips with mine. He kissed me back instantly. For what felt like hours, that I didn’t want to end, we kissed in the tiny broom closet entrance to the basement. I had no idea love could be so wonderful. I am absolutely, without a doubt, in love with Troy Quill." They're both future alphas, they're mates, but she doesn't believe in mates. Bluebell West is mute, she accepts that. She cannot accept Troy saying hes her mate, because she thinks hes using her for her pack. Which he is not true, not at all. Troy will do anything to win Bluebell's heart and make her believe that the love of mates is true, even if she isn't a werewolf. She may be future alpha of a legendary pack, but her mixed bloodline makes her only part werewolf, part human, and part/all dryad.

*WattyAwards2012 Finalist* Running from a dark secret, Roxie has spent her life protecting and caring for her twin sister, Rosie. Now that Rosie is getting married to a werewolf, Roxie is forced to interact with people who could reveal her secret such as the best man, her supposed 'mate', who keeps prying to find out why Roxie is so reserved. And Ella, her best friend from the orphanage that started it all and shares the same secret as Roxie. Secrets like theirs has to come out eventually, and on the bumpy road of two month wedding planning, everything is going to go up in the air. *Warning: I wrote this when I was like 14/15 and never edited or improved it. If you hate it and find it ridiculous, that's probably because a ridiculous teenager wrote it, but thanks for giving my old writing a try at all. I promise I write better now.*