PREVIOUSLY NAMED EZEKIEL'S LUNA "Raven Moros. Charged with the murder of Beta Colton's wife Abigale. Sentenced to twenty self inflicted lashes, followed by fifteen lashes by Colton. Your body will be hung in the clearing for the moon to witness. Do you accept?" A shiver ran down her spine at the sound of his voice. It sent her blood rushing through her veins, her body thrumming to life. "I accept." She directed her voice to the whip, afraid to meet the eyes of said Alpha. "You may begin." A trembling hand reached out for the whip. Raven quickly clenched her hand, angry that she was showing fear. She attempted again, this time no a quiver of fear radiating from her body. Her hand steady, her fingers wrapping around the whip's handle. The handle was worn out of its ridges. Gripped and held for many years, made to fit the palm of a steady male. Her hand was smaller than the worn parts of the handle. She could almost feel the pain this whip had caused over the years. Could almost feel the sweaty hand that gripped it. Raven's jaw set, her lips in a firm line. Her gaze slowly lifted to the pack watching on. None looked like they were about to interfere. Many looked on with interest specked in their eyes. They were hungry. She'd give them what they wanted. WARNING: Graphic material. First chapter is very graphic. You have been warned.

Kidnapped in the past by someone he thought loved him, tortured for many days, and literally scarred beyond belief; Damon has learned many hurtful things about the human nature. People had never looked at him the same, for scars had wrapped around his entire body. No one exactly knew that though, they only knew of the one carved into his face. He now realized that in most eyes, it's about the looks, not the personality. It should be the other way around. It really should. He basically hates life. His parents were always abusive towards him, before the kidnapping, that is. They didn't even comfort him when he was found. Damon was left alone in the world, trying to lock his feelings deep within himself and struggle to keep on living. Well, until that one day came where a person did not care about the looks. To Lexan Zanders, it was about the personality. *Long story, long chapters.

When Franny learns why former popular boy Tyler fell from grace, she gets thrown head-first into his dangerous world but also closer to his timid heart. ***** Eighteen-year-old Tyler Madden used to have everything. He was captain of the football team, popular, high achiever, and was set to have a successful career. But when a secret too hard to handle comes to light, he turns to underground fighting to deal with the pain. Now, he's in too deep. And when Francesca Howard befriends him at school in the hopes of figuring out what went wrong, she unknowingly gets pulled into the criminal world he's now stuck in. As the two find comfort in each other, they find themselves faced with their impending future and trying to get Tyler out alive. Content/Trigger Warning: this story contains scenes pertaining to drug use, substance abuse, and violence. [#1 in teen fiction, romance and action]

"I need you," he whispered from the passenger seat. Why would I trust a bad boy? But I felt, for some reason, that I needed him to. I turned to look at him, but he was already leaning in to kiss me. Why is love so complicated? Maya Reeds is a seventeen year old girl thriving on independence and drive. She thinks boys are mindless, immature imbeciles and has steered clear of the entire concept of love in general. Her single mother is not just a role model, but an inspiration. Leaving for a business trip to China, Maya's mother has high ambitions for her future. However, she can't leave her daughter alone for all those months. That's where Carrie Groom comes in. Carrie has been friends with Maya's mom for years, and her home seems like a harmless place to stay for the duration of Maya's seeming abandonment. Never thought that Carrie could've raised a bad boy. As Maya endures this temporary move, she is sent into a whirlwind of desire, heated emotions, and betrayal- all fueled by the boy who lives just down the hall.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing