"A King is not complete without his Queen." This is a story. A story that is far too unreal for anyone believe. A story that everyone should believe in. A story about love and death. A story so powerful that even the greatest and scariest leaders will kneel for it. A story about a woman and a man. A story of how a tiny mere human girl who made the werewolf King kneel in front of her because she shed a tear. This is not the fairytale that you thought you knew COMPLETED

(18+) "After a few moments I felt her kissing me back, I started kissing her roughly, grabbing her waist crushing her to my body. This is where she belongs. To me. With me. For me. She's mine. My baby girl. Mine to cherish. Mine to claim. Mine to possess." Popular guy, Brandon loves innocent and sweet, Honey and she loves him back. They become addicted to each other. But one fateful day Brandon comes from a trip as a Vampire and everything changes. Honey is his fiance, and the sweet and caring Brandon turns into an obsessive, possessive maniac, who's "love" starts suffocating Honey that she's no longer the same person. Will they ever be like they were before? Or will Brandon's possessive nature destroy Honey. This is my first book guys. Please give this a chance! Some chapters will contain sëxual content (even forced) I advice readers to be 18 and older to read my story. This story will be slow paced because this is my first attempt. :) Contains Bonus & Private Chapters!

What if the Moon Goddess made a mistake? "At that very moment, Alpha Night felt something he had never felt before. A dark, animalistic instinct washed over him causing his eyes to flash red and a growl to sound from the depths of his chest. He felt his claws extending and his canines lengthening as if he were about to shift. Mine." Alpha Alaricus Night was, by any definition, king of the earth. The most powerful and deadly werewolf to have ever lived, Alaricus has been Alpha King since year 1066. And in all 949 of those years he has never loved a single soul. Warning: DARK STORY. If you're uncomfortable with darker themes, this may not be the story for you. [Highest ranked: #6 in Werewolf]

Haitlin Brookes had no idea her life would change forever after she saved a young girl from being hit. Her instincts told her not to trust the girl's father or to get into his truck, but his persuasive manner and sweet talk got her exactly where he wanted her. Haitlin must devise a plan to escape before she become a permanent member of this happy, sadistic family.

Wasn't she just a child? Either she was five or she was seventeen. Did she not know any better to not climb trees and shelves? Why is it that she is a beautiful creature of innocence? Wasn't he just an older man? Did he not know any better to not harm the naive? Why is it that he is a monster of this dark world? Did they not know any better to fall in love with those who aren't meant for you?

"Come here" he said motioning for me to step closer. I knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded me this time. That's when my legs decided to wobble themselves towards my biggest nightmare. I stopped when I was about a feet away from where he was sitting. I had to keep my hands together to prevent them from shaking too much. To make things worse, there was only this dead silence that surrounded us. Then, before I could even prosses what was happening, he grabbed my hand and brought my wrist up to his lips. I whimpered, waiting for the pain to come. "You have every right to fear me. This is going to be painful." Without warning, I felt an excruciating pain all over my body. A sharp cry escaped my mouth as his fangs ripped through my tender skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She A simple girl forcefully taken from her home and separated from her small family to serve the Royal Pure Bloods. Him The Dark Prince, the most powerful hybrid on earth. Known to the world as a monster, an abomination. A creature unable to control his powers and is trapped within his own darkness.

Finding evidence of her dead brother's whereabouts, Katherine Donovan believes that he is still alive. In pursuit to find her brother and restore her family's remaining happiness, she encounters the infamous and godforsakenly alluring Russian bastard Vitaly Alecovich Rostov and gets ensnared in his plan of capturing her brother. In order to attain his goal, he offers her a deal. However, the deeper she dives into the tangles of Vitaly's merciless world, she finds herself in a hauntingly familiar past. A past that she has been erased from- a past that she cannot she escape. Unsetting secrets loom the air of her maddening relationship with Vitaly. The question is; will she run from him? Or to him?

Salem, la chronique ici présent n'est pas écrite par moi mais néanmoins j'aimerais que personne d'autre ne prenne cette histoire merci de votre compréhension. Moi Suhani, je vais vous faire découvrir mon histoire, vous allez pleurer comme rire, ou comme être choqué, choqué.mon histoire à de quoi être choqué...Entre Amour, passions, trahisons, et tristesse, entre sang, et larme je vais vous faire découvrir mon histoire. Bonne Lecture

< Chronique Terminée > Myriam, jeune femme de 19 ans kidnappée par son ex, peu de temps après l'avoir quitté pour son trafic de drogue. Une histoire d'amour pas comme les autres où les sentiments encore présents après la séparation entraîneront Myriam au cœur d'un trafic dirigé par deux frères qu'elle aimera autant qu'elle les détestera...

Lui, nerveux et de nature sans cœur chef de gang se trouveras troublé par ses sentiments. Elle, une simple fille avec rempli de projets, mais qui seront compromis par lui cet homme imposant, mais joue de son charme à toutes ces dames. Entre sourires à vous faire mordre la lèvre, corps à vous faire tomber par terre, et yeux à vous noyer à travers. Elle cette femme pense qu'à son future sera confronté à bien plus d'obstacles et d'embûches qu'elle ne l'imaginait à ses risques et périls. -......: p****** regarde moi quand je te parle ! Je levai ma tête ! Non, je ne baissais pas ma tête par honte ou intimidement! Mais par fatigue, je ne tenais plus. -moi : tu veux quoi d'autre, c'est bon tue moi ! Il me plaque contre le mur et approche nos deux visages, je n'avais pas la force de le pousser, il bloquait mes mains au-dessus de ma tête et il me dit -....: Hak Rabi que je préfère mourir que de te faire ça ! [à suivre].... À travers ces lignes, je vous raconte son histoire entre haine et déception | EN CORRECTION |