In a world where females are forced to be subservient and docile, seen only as objects, one female is on the run for her life. Daylin Farringhow is the famed 'feral' and said to be nothing more than a savage beast. While this fact serves to deter most males from ever choosing her as a consort, it proves to excite others at the prospect of taming her and bringing her to heel. Daylin is faced with the challenge of breaking free from her chains and escaping her cage, but risks losing herself and truly turning into the feral animal she is said to be. Will she manage to escape whole and unscathed, or will she become feral in order to gain her freedom?

[COMPLETED] After Red found her mate, she was ecstatic, finally she gets to feel that love told only in stories, however everything quickly goes down the drain when she realizes that her mate has already marked someone else. She's lost and confused and hurt but she gives him one year to make a choice. To choose her or his current chosen. But what if she gets tired of waiting? What if someone else can make her happy instead? (Book 2 of Rejecting Royalty)

"Who the hell are you?" He growls lowly. "And why do you smell like that?" "Like what?" I feign innocence, although the sweat starts making itself known above my brow. I'm shaking, but I do my best to hide the trembling of my hands at my side. "Like a human," the man who looked like God himself narrows his eyes. "But it's... different," "New perfume I guess?" ****************************************************** Alpha Paxton has been waiting, and longing, for a mate for as long as he can remember. In his pack, mates are cherished and loved endlessly. When a human shows up on his territory fleeing for safety, he feels as though he has no choice but to provide shelter for the mysterious beauty. Theia brings out emotions that he has long suppressed; his soul too dark, his heart too damaged. He's a lethal lycan, and she's nobody. Or so he thought. That same beauty holds a daunting secret. ... She's not human. Throw in some magic, sexual tension and lots of brooding wolves, you get to ride alongside one of Theia's most memorable journeys. *THIS IS NOT A STEREOTYPICAL WEREWOLF BOOK! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!* 18+ | BOOK #2 OF THE LUNAR CYCLE SERIES. ••• THIS CAN BE 100% BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE. ••• #1 HIGHEST RANKING IN JEALOUS (11/01/20) #2 HIGHEST RANKING IN ALPHA (10/07/20) #2 HIGHEST RANKING IN LYCAN (10/11/20) #2 HIGHEST RANKING IN MAGIC (11/11/20)

Lorsque son village est envahi par l'armée des vikings, Nessa tente de se sauver parmis le chao que sème ces barbares avant que l'un d'entre eux ne la prenne en chasse. Terrifiée Nessa affronte l'homme aux multiples balafres...un cri étouffé au fond de la gorge. Mais alors qu'elle pense déjà à la mort qui l'attend...Nessa se retrouve désemparée lorsque celui-ci dépose sur elle un regard dont les lueurs menaçantes semblent écrire son nouveau destin. Celle d'être sa prisonnière.

J'aurais jamais cru devoir m'excuser d'aimer quelqu'un.

my disposition on your skin © 072818 , enamoramos

I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.

For Rose.

For Dusk. I write about interesting people. Perhaps I've written about you.

[POETRY - lower case intended] ephemeral emotions swirling in form of delicate words.