Damien Stryker is a ruthless billionaire, but when Serena Mclane is forced to marry him, she hopes to find the mercy behind his cold eyes and strong hands. ****** Damien Stryker, a domineering billionaire, is someone you don't want to get close to. Unfortunately for Serena Mclane, she doesn't have much of a choice. Always at the mercy of her family's name and legacy, Serena has to do as her father says. So when her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the one and only Damien Stryker: the truth comes out. Secrets are unveiled, and love starts to bloom. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

Ella is falling apart trying to live a "perfect" high school life. Then she meets Ren, who can see past her scars. Suddenly perfection isn't her only option. ***** Ella Volkov is a gifted music student, but she's depressed and starting to crack under the pressure of high school. Her overbearing father won't even let her choose what instrument she plays. Then she finds herself alone at a party with Ren, her best friend's crush. She'd always thought he was rude, but after that night he's all Ella can think about. Now she's trapped. If Ella dates Ren, it will ruin her friendship with Jenny. But if she stays true to Jenny, she's losing the one person who can see past her scars. It's up to Ella to decide if she will forge her own path, or stay in the "perfect" box designed for her... Content and/or Trigger Warning: depression, anxiety, self-harm, violence, sexual assault. [[word count: 50,000-100,000 words]]

Olivia Ferguson is a seventeen year old girl in high school who is a troubled teen. She has been moved from foster home through foster home since she was ten years old. Alexander Moriartti is a twenty two year old man who is a successful business man. The static between them is overpowering. But her life isn't going right.

I looked up at him slowly and took in a deep breath. "You don't want to get involved with me." I warned him. "It's dangerous." His eyes twinkled with amusement at my words and he leaned in a bit closer. "And who said I'm not?"

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."

On their wedding day, Colton runs off, leaving Addison in tears, confusion and with one question in mind; WHY? Three weeks later, she finds herself pregnant. Putting aside her anger and hurt, she calls Colton. However, he shuts her out, too ashamed of what he did. But determined to talk to him, even to get an answer, Addison persistently continues to contact him several more times, although begins to get fed up with everything about him. So she gives up, stops calling and decides to stay away from his life. Three years later, as the Maid of Honour for her best friend, she is surprised to see the Best Man and her partner, Colton.

He makes a sound of approval, one that betrays the human side of me by appealing to my wolf. "Do not forget your place again. Keep your eyes down, I want to inspect you." Inspect me? Like some show dog? He begins circling me. I feel akin to prey. "You're a tiny thing," he muses, sounding impossibly both unimpressed and pleased by this. "She's not as forward as you described, Paul. In fact, she's awfully submissive," he pauses briefly. "I'd like to see her wolf. If she's going to stand by my side, she'll need to fight there as well, and I can't begin to judge her abilities as a fighter in her human form." I snap my head up again. A mistake I imediately regret. Cole is in front of me in a flash, his hand in my hair, forcing my gaze to meet his. With no other options but to stare directly at him, I muster all my defiance and disgust towards him and convey it silently to him. He holds my stare for a bit, challenging me and damn I want to look away, but I don't. "There's that fire," he murmurs, "She doesn't back down easily does she?" Cole inquires to my father. Then to me growls, "But that fire will get you into a hell of a lot of trouble with me, do you understand? I will not have a defiant bitch for a mate. You will fight by me, not with me." A little bit of fear and a hell ton of anger sifts into my mind and my resolve dissipates entirely and without control. I look away.

Do you know how it feels to have feelings for your step brother? To want him, but to know he would never feel the same? How it hurts to see him with his girlfriend-the way he touches her, loves her, cares for her? The worst is to hear them having sex in the next room, only wishing it was you. I know that it's wrong and that I shouldn't, but ... I fantasize about him touching me. Making love to me. Only me. I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I want him. I want my step brother. Warning: Contains Sexual Content ;) (Rater R)

Tackling her had been a mistake. The feel of the soft curves pushed up against him was overwhelmingly sensual and he'd been too damn long without a woman. Jesus the lass was as soft as a kitten. Mumbling a curse; he held her down and warned, "Don't move lass, I won't hurt you" There was something dark and promising in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. He felt oddly familiar and some of her tension eased. "Who are you? What do you want?" she asked breathlessly, trying to force air back into her lungs.....