"You're a monster," I spat out. He turned around, his green eyes glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill then I'm sure I would have been dead by now. "Well you're a fucking bitch and you can't deny it. You know why, because you're in love with a monster." *.*. Daniel Collins was a monster and everyone knew that. Meeting him would be everyone's nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murdered like it was an everyday chore and never once did he show an emotion other than hatred. Rosalynn Richards was an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. Unfortunately, fate can't help but pair them together. Will Rose be able to get her happy ending? Will she be able To Love a Monster?

BOOK 2 : He took me from my family and forced me to stay by his side as the bride of the beast. He took me to a world that was far beyond what I imagined and made me understand how to accept the undeniable. I was his, he claimed me as his. I fought, I struggled, I annoyed him t no end. Yet, somehow through it all he says he still wants me. slowly but surely, he chipped the barriers surrounding my heart . He became my strength, my inspiration, my friend, my protector, my irreplaceable other. Then they stolen him from me... My alpha, my mate, my husband...my forever and I intend to take him back.

They called him Blade. Rumours said he was part of the mafia and could beat up 5 people in 5 minutes flat. Of course, no one really knew him. So I plan to find out the truth. ---- There is no self harm or cutting or anything!! The title is simply just the name! © copyright 2018

"I will taste you, Natalie." he whispered in my ear. The warm breath from his mouth in my ear made me shiver and I breathed out involuntarily with my eyes closed. I was burning up; my whole body felt like it would spontaneously combust if he didn't touch me. "You can't because-" I started to say, but he stopped me. "Because you're a virgin?" he asked and kissed my neck. "We can easily change that." ______________________________________ © 2016 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved.

(Currently Being Edited) In a world run by the primal creatures of the dark; tiny, beautiful, human Josephine Bluebell Elliots has remained in hiding her entire life. But nothing can keep a male from his mate, especially not the Regal Alpha of the Highlands. But can such a weak little human survive the rugged and cutthroat world of the Legends? ----- Completed (Revising) Book One of the Night's Mate Series April 16, 2017- December 23, 2018 WORD COUNT: 67,524 All Right's Reserved Mature Content

T E M P T A T I O N S R A S H E D A G O R D O N TEMPTATIONS ©®2016 He was a man of explicit content. Isobel is thrown into a world of violence, when a mysterious man takes a bidding interest in her. With dark onyx hair, and stormy, grey eyes "Vitali Cristiano" is a well known Italian devil. Tall dark and handsome. Isobel Bastiano, a freshmen in her first year of university. She's quirky, full of life, and sadly very, gullible. With a brother in jail, and a gold digger mother, let's not forget to mention a father who doesn't care about her existence - her life is just peachy. Practically, begging for a dark twisted stranger, right? No. Isobel and Vitali work together well, kind of like vinegar and baking soda. Cover by: Punkxst

❝Her life was average -- there was nothing special about it. Every day started and ended the same as the day before, and it seemed like it would just continue to follow this cycle for the rest of her days. But it all had to change, didn't it? A bite was all it took for her life to be turned upside down; and she will suddenly realize what the guy with the crystal blue eyes means when he calls her, his.❞ © -wolfsbane ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Loup Noir, the infamous and deadliest mafia gang in Paris. Ran by the most feared men ever known, Coralie Bellarose accidentally cross paths with Valerian Delacroix, the founder's son of Loup Noir.

I danced on the tables and on the bar of the club I was in. I commanded the attention around me, just as I did almost every time I went clubbing. I just didn't care when it came to my dignity. "Get off the fucking tables." I heard a loud growl meet my ears before I had the chance to look at the man before me. He wore a tight suit, his body one of lean muscle. I looked up until I was staring in to the most intense grey eyes. "Who are you?" I asked as I continued to sway my hips to the music. Was this man really going to tell me what to do? "The owner." He snapped. "I'm only going to tell you once." "Why? What are you going to do about it?" I smirked his way, irking him even more. His eyes darkened until they were stormy. "You'll find out soon enough." His voice was barely audible. "And I'm looking forward to it."

She's the perfect daughter, lives a perfect life with a budding career and a dotting fiancé. She's your average sweet type with an uncanny knack for all things romantic. He's not your garden variety brute. He's the poster model for all things ungodly handsome, rich beyond dreams and down right offensive. What happens when a sweet, pliant love victim meets a rude, insensitive yet ungodly handsome adonis? What happens when a man who thinks he has everything meets that one woman he can't have? What happens when the sheltered princess crosses path with a Devil's Brood? Meet Marcus Alistair and Anya Helaena...