/'takt(ə)l/ characterized by or showing a strong tendency to relate to things through physical touch..... not your typical werewolf story join me my dear readers in following 24 year old Dakota Woods on his journey of finding his person ------------ I think I am genuinely going insane now. The scent from earlier that I caught from Shawn is here in this very closet. Lately, it feels like the scent is always around taunting me. It has been a whole week since I first encountered its flowery and sweet existence. It always comes off of Shawn so he knows the person for sure but I wonder who it is. God I hope it is not someone he is hooking up with. I turn my head to the right spotting the rack for the coats and my eye immediately catches the pink hoodie that the scent clings to. I look at it for a second thinking of my next move simply trying to keep my dignity. Unfortunately, my wolf Koi stirs trying to come to the surface demanding to be near the scent. Before I know it my hand is clenching the jacket as if it would run away from me. I bring the hoodie up to my face and shove my nose in it breathing it in over and over again. I do not want to come off like a pervert that sniffs underwear or something but this is going to be harder than I thought. Shawn said I could come to his reunion if I wanted to since we have been friends for ten years. I knew most of his family honestly but this scent is not something I remember at all. Even if I did unless I was eighteen and up, it would not smell like this to me. With Koi being so eager it only points in one direction. MATE And here I thought playing basketball with his relatives was going to be my biggest obstacle today. Who would of guessed that his cousin would be my demise.

Zoe hated fantasy novels. Especially the dramatic ones with growling werewolves, ancient vampires, and "fated mates." So when her best friend forces her to read one, she finishes it out of pure loyalty, calls it ridiculous, and goes to sleep. The next morning? She wakes up as a vampire princess trapped inside the very book she read for three hours straight. Now everyone expects her to act elegant, mysterious, and deadly. Meanwhile, she's trying not to panic over: blood-drinking etiquette vampire politics missing memories and one terrifying hybrid wolf who keeps looking at her like she personally invented destiny. She wants to go home. He wants his mate. The universe, apparently, wants chaos.

VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me

Repeatedly beaten into submission until she finally complied. Follow Azariah Blackwell on her path to "redemption" for her abusive husband. Who says that she needs to be molded into the perfect wife. The bruised and scars that are arrayed on her skin are scars of submission. She is his submissive minx. T R I G G E R W A R N I N G -abusive content -suicide

What do you do when you're tied to an arrogant, yet damaged man? What do you do when the little soul-tie you did from young, holds its place, even ten years later? What do you do when you're destined to walk down a white aisle towards nothing but pain and dark love? What do you do, when your life falls apart, just when it's supposed to start? What do you do...when it's an order for you to stand by a man who wants nothing more than to damage you as damaged as he is...? What do you do when that's called into effect... - The Order of Kores?

Everyone says Eden Brooks should've minded her business. Maybe they're right. After another overwhelming night, Eden does what she always does when life feels too heavy, she drives. No destination. No plan. Just empty roads and music loud enough to drown out her thoughts. But one stop changes everything. Parked in a quiet lot after midnight, Eden witnesses a violent crime involving a man the city already fears. Roman Volkov. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. And when the police arrive, Eden is the one who points him out. In front of flashing lights, news cameras, and a crowd of watching strangers, Roman is dragged away in handcuffs but not before his eyes find hers. And not before he promises her something she can't forget. "When I get out, I'm coming for you." She thinks it's an empty threat. Until Roman is released months earlier than he should've been. Now strange things start happening around Eden. She's being watched. Followed. Protected. Haunted. And the worst part? The closer Roman gets, the harder it becomes to fear him. Because beneath his violent reputation and terrifying control is a man obsessed. A man who refuses to let the woman who ruined his life go.

Nyla Bennett thought Vincent Verona was just the quiet man living upstairs. Then she realized he knew things about her he shouldn't. As secrets about the Verona family and their mafia ties begin surfacing, Nyla gets pulled into a dangerous world she can't escape from. And Vincent? He's watching her a lot closer than she realizes.

getting through high school is tough enough for 17 year old Anya who has a lot on her plate. deadlines ,grades, and stress have an intense grip on her well being and it's building up add bipolar 18 year old Juan into the mix who seemingly hates her but can't seem to leave her alone and you have a mess. why are things so tough for her? will Anya make it? why does Juan "hate" her so much? only "TYM" will tell.. not proofread... Sue me 😭😭

Zolani thought the worst was over the night her ex-stalker was finally arrested. She was wrong... When Officer Luke Dimitriou steps into her life, he is everything she should avoid...controlled, unreadable, and far too observant. He notices things no one else does: the way she twists the ring on her finger when she's anxious, the exact time she leaves for work, the way fear still shadows her after dark. Around him, Zolani feels safer than she has in months. That should have been her first warning. Luke should have closed her case and walked away. Instead, one look at Zolani turns his professional concern into something darker. He watches. He follows. He memorizes every detail of her life until protecting her becomes an obsession he can't control. Every threat against her feels personal. Every man who looks at her feels like a problem he needs to solve. But when strange break-ins, missing belongings, and the feeling of being watched begin to close in around Zolani, the line between protector and predator starts to blur. And the most dangerous truth of all? The man keeping her safe may be the one she should fear most...

Cheated on by my boyfriend, then abducted by aliens. How worse could my life really get? He says he is better than a human male in every way possible, I'll be the judge of that. Follow Amelia as she discovers a new planet, new friends, and a new found love.