⚠️ Published version Available in Paperback & E-Book through Amazon! This WattPad version is a well-loved rough draft, enjoy it! But be warned it's the unedited, raw version of the book. ••• Even when it seems that all hope is lost, is it truly lost forever? The continuation of Aiden. ♥️♠️ ------- **Mature Romance** **Mature Audience 18+** **Strong Language** **Sexual Content**

She cleared her throat to gain his attention. "Do you like this position so much that you don't want to leave my bed or do you want me on the top of you so I can fuck out of you if you have still that manliness of course." She forgot that she had undone her magic so in one motion he grabbed her and pulled her on the bed as he laid on the top of her, a squeal left her lips. He quickly pinned her both hands on the top of her head. She glared at him as she couldn't move. He smirked at her weak state. He dipped his head near her ear, her body tensed below him. "Do you want me to show you my manliness? If you are that much greedy, you should have told me that soon so I would have showed you how much manliness is inside me." And to show her demo he pushed his hips to her core. A silent moan left her lips. He touched her black silky hairs in between his fingers, then moved his hands to her smooth cheeks, to her delicate soft neck, to her collar bone, to the side of her breast, to her waist, to her hip bone, to her thick thighs. He grabbed her thigh in his hand and a low growl burst out of him. He just wanted to sink his canines to her every soft flesh. She opened her eyes to looked at him. His eyes were all black and she was sure her was the same. The hunger was evident in his eyes promise of a long passionate night. And she knew he won't disappoint her due to the rumours about his libido. "Why do you have to be like this?" He whispered. She furrowed her brows. "What?" He came back from whatever daze he was in and shook his head as he left her hands and stood up. "My daughter is my everything. Hurt he..." "I know, I know." She waved her hand for him to go away. He looked at the beauty in front of her for a moment and nodded then left her room. "She is looking like a fresh breath of air, messy long hairs, desirable eyes, and don't even start about her body. I can't get her out of my mind human. I want her. And I want her soon." His wolf said dreamily to him.

"The fuck you are leaving me." He snapped and growled at his mate. She was calm as she was ever be regardless of his snapping. She sighed and turned around to leave without saying something to him because it was worthless. There was no point in talking and especially to him. He grabbed her arm before she put one step. "Where do you think you are going Ara?" He growled so loudly as everyone shuddered watching their interaction. She quickly remove his hand as anger rolling off of her in waves. "Don't. Touch. Me. So you think I will live here and watch you mate and breed that female." She snapped at him. "She meant nothing Ara." He said after a minute. She laughed, literally laughed but without any humor. "That's why you were fucking her in your office just a minutes before, don't you?" "It was a mistake." He tried to reason with her. "But in your case mistakes happened in more than one time. And they said mistakes happened only one time." She said sarcastically. "I don't need her. I need you." He said again desperately. "Lies. All lies coming from your mouth. I feel disgusted just by looking at you, let alone talking to you. And you said you need me? Ha. Very funny. You don't need me and I sure as hell don't need you. This female behind your back is more enough than me. Breed her, mark her or fuck her. I DON'T FUCKING CARE." "I am sorry. I am really fucking sorry." He said brokenly as kneeling on the ground. A small laugh escaped from her lips. "Isn't it too late for that mate?" And she left just like that while single tear rolled down her cheeks. He had made mistakes. Mistakes that will cost him everything. He knew he had lost her and this time completely. She was broken. Again. He did break her, repair her just to break her again leaving a broken shattered woman but strong willed. ---------------------------------------------------- The cruel, sadistic Rogue Alpha and his caring, lovable Witch mate. Will it be too late for him to say sorry?

I watched as my boyfriend saved another woman when a rival club shot up the clubhouse. He never even checked on me as he took her to the hospital -- and I almost died. So I disappeared for a year, and when I came back, he was waiting for me. He wanted to win me back. But the way he'd betrayed me...there was no way to come back from that. He was convinced he could change my mind. Or die trying.

This is book 2 in the "Beautiful Destruction" series. You MUST READ "Theirs to Claim" first in order to understand this one. ____ When I was ten, my father told me that all of my dreams would one day come true. Naively, I believed him. I may have grown up in an environment rooted by hate, dishonestly, and fear, but it wasn't until I was sixteen that I felt true pain. Years later at the age of twenty-three, I felt it again, only this kind of hurt was built on entirely different evils: love, secrecy, and revenge. Alec, Caleb, and Xavier were the most beautiful of beginnings and destructive of heartbreaks, but nowhere in our story is there room for an end. Yes, when I was ten my father told me that all of my dreams would one day come true, but what he forgot to mention was that nightmares were also dreams. One lie, one night. It cost us everything, leaving us here, three-hundred and seventy-six days later. ____ Even with the overarching mystery of who's responsible for the death of Heidi Adams, there are new conflicts that have arisen within New York. With the weight of carrying the title as Don, Xavier, Caleb, and Alec battle between what's expected of them, and regaining the trust of the women they feared they'd lost. When Madelyn receives a series of anonymous cynical threats, she's left with the choice between facing the world on her own or risking the one thing she's spent months creating shields around: her heart. Apart, the four of them are dangerous, but together, their force is lethal. Only time is strong enough to reveal where their stories cross, however it's love, power, and revenge that threatens to burn everything to the ground. What was once a fight against each other turns into something that's far more daunting-something that has the ability to either unite two enemies or destroy what's already breaking. Getting even. ____ This book contains mature content including violence and sexual themes. Read at your own discretion.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

Rena falls into a coma, leaving Dimitri desperate to revive the love of his life. But the path to Rena's recovery is hindered by an even greater obstacle-the awakening of King Liam, Rena's father and a powerful ruler who demands her immediate return, ready to wage war to reclaim his daughter. Dimitri must risk everything to awaken Rena while confronting the impending chaos that threatens to tear everything he's known apart. It's a race against time and loyalty as Dimitri's unwavering love clashes with the king's determination. _______ Unedited Exclusively signed to wattpad.

**Copyrighted** *Sequel to I Am Who* *Book 3* "I told you not to protect me! I told you not to get hurt!" I exploded, whirling to face him. "You should have listened to me. You promi-" My word cut off as he fairly launched himself out of his seat, closing the distance between us in two, large steps. His hands cupped my cheeks, and his lips captured mine. There was a roughness in the action, and I stood for a brief moment in shock at what was happening. The need in his touch, however, elicited an instinctive response within me. I kissed him back, my hands forming fists at my sides wary of his many injuries. Tears welled beneath my lids at the pain he was undergoing for me. Again. And then His hands slid down my sides, pushing my arms up to rest on his shoulders as he closed the remaining space between us. All thoughts except him fled from my mind, and I clutched at him with all the varied emotions swirling through me as a guide. For some reason neither of us could explain, we'd held ourselves back for all this time. There had always been something getting in the way, and besides that, both of us had been so emotionally broken, we'd almost been too scared to reach out and take hold of one another for fear the dream we were experiencing would dissipate if we tried. The separation had pushed us further apart, too, and I had thought...well, I had foolishly thought I was smart and that I knew so much about what he was feeling, but that wasn't the case at all, because here he was: holding me as if I was the only thing keeping him alive. Whatever came, I wanted to be with him. I was done letting go and running away.

****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

"......I want her against that shower wall, with only my body weight pinning her up. This woman is mine, and I'll make her to feel like it at a base level...." ___________ A part of Ryder's past is now haunting him in cold, calculated ways. He could weather it on his own, as he's used to the pressure. But what about when it starts going after his love interest and sports therapist, Julie? She's still fighting for her brother's legacy, after all. The two had never envisioned entering any kind of relationship when they first met, but here they are, in the same bed after a wild, intimate night. And now the coach knows. And the shadow from Ryder's past begins to attack Julie, directly...and it will either break her, or bring them closer. There can be no salvation without wreckage, although sometimes, the destruction is too great to repair what's been broken. Will Ryder's heart be able to handle the wreckage coming his way when his past takes the deepest punch they can throw? Or will Julie be the salvation that he needs? ... DUAL POV romance with majority in female lead's perspective BOOK 2 of the W A R L O R D series: a steamy, MMA romance with a crass, brooding male lead that loves fiercely once his walls are down. **This is a sequel that follows the direct storyline of the first, so it's recommended to read Book 1 before this one**