"Yes, you are. Don't you have any shame?" "Shame?" I asked, confused with what shame has to do with being jealous. "Yes, shame. Don't you have any shame for yourself? You're jealous of a woman being with your mate who wants nothing to do with you. Isn't that pathetic?" he asks, shocking me with his cruel words. "Why would you say something like that?" I ask, feeling my voice shake. "Because if you've forgotten your place. You're my destined mate, but you will never be my chosen mate," he says, venom dripping with every word. I can't hold the tears any longer, so I quickly run away from him. I can't spend another second close to him. I wish I didn't have a mate. ************** Liz has been told to reject her mate all her life, but her mom refuses to explain why. One day Liz meets her mate and does the opposite. She's heard stories about how amazing it is to find your mate and was excited to have found hers. She tries to build a relationship with him, but he doesn't want her. He causes her so much pain that she wishes he would reject her, but he doesn't. He wants nothing to do with her but will kill any living thing that tries to harm her. How does Liz, who wishes to spend an eternity with her mate, change his heart? #1 - darklove (02/02/2022) #1 - werewolfandvampires (02/05/2022) #1- painfullove (01/03/2022) #1 - curse (23/07/2022) #1 -paranormal (27/02/23) #1 - hybrid (04/03/23) #2 - possessive (02/02/2022) #2 - Vampirewerewolf (30/07/22) #1 - Cursed (25/01/2023) #4 - Dark (12/16/2022) #7 - Alpha (12/30/22) #9 - Darklove (10/02/2022) #4 - Cruel (17/02/2023) #11 - werewolf (02/01/23)

Mazie has fallen in love. Okay, maybe it's with the ghost of a boy from school she hates, but love conquers all, right? ***** Soon after sixteen-year-old Mazie moves to the town of Dorn, she becomes haunted by the ghost of a teenage boy. The ghost doesn't remember anything, so Mazie calls him Jack. Until then, she never knew that ghosts could tap dance, nor that it was possible to fall in love with one! But then Mazie meets Blake, a mean, popular boy at her new high school - and she realizes that Blake is Jack's living counterpart. This means Blake is in grave danger, and only Mazie can help him, but saving this unpleasant boy might kill her ghostly love forever... [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]]

As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

What if the love of your life was someone you forgot? Raina Hayes wasn't looking for answers-until she found The Lost Pages of Us. A book buried in the library. A story she doesn't recall living. But every page feels like hers. And then there's him. Rowan Vale. Storm-gray eyes. A promise she apparently made. A forgotten love story that's rewriting her reality. Now the lines between memory and fiction blur. And the deeper she reads, the harder it is to walk away. Because someone-or something-wanted her to forget. And now it's all coming back.