Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

#1 in tough love #2 in lycans #158 in vampire #218 in fantasy #277 in alphas ***NOT EDITED*** ***COLORFUL LANGUAGE*** Highest Rank #43 in werewolf Highest Rank #12 in random IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THE WORD "NIKE" A LOT DO NOT READ THIS BOOK I AM SO TIRED OF PEOPLE COMMENTING THAT "I get it they love Nike" or "I'm so tired of seeing the word Nike in every chapter" I GIVE 0 Flips DONT READ THE BOOK. I'm WRITING IT NOT YOU✌ ****** An uprising of rogues has disturbed the balance in the supernatural world. What do the rogues want you might ask? They want hybrids. Vampire and wolf and who better to create the than Naiyla Corvin. The direct descendant of William Corvinus and Marcus Corvinus, children to Alexander Corvinus. In order protect the prevailing Alpha Lycan to the Corvinus pack along with other Alphas across the country, the Soon-To-Be Alphas of every pack are sent to The Alpha Academy. Here they will continue schooling along with being trained and protected. With Naiya being a Lycan there are bound to be mishaps. What Naiyla's dad fails to realize is that she will be going to a school full of male wolves. Do you see the problem here? Join Naiyla in her "quest" to the Alpha Academy where her spitfire Lycan, Shira, will be sure to keep you on your toes.

THIS IS A WEREWOLF STORY!!!! "Anything for you." He turned to me. He walked over to me and stood between my legs; he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in, unknowingly sparking that stupid sensation I got every time he touched me....

Arabella Pines is the sweetest person anybody will ever meet. She is selfless and is all ways thinking about others. She is not only rich in kindness, but in beauty. And just like other she-wolves in her pack, Arabella cannot wait to meet her mate. She has wished upon every star, and has prayed to the Moon Goddess to grant her only wish. What she doesn't know is that her wish would come true, and it will be a brutal sight. Xander Black, the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. He feeds off fear, loves to kill, and is a cold hearted beast. He has never wished for a mate, for him they are a sign of weakness. He has stopped loving a long time ago. Xander plans to take over his neighboring pack that night, the Snow Moon Pack. But what he doesn't know is that a special someone is waiting their for him. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Please," I beg, "Just please let me go." A thunderous growl ripples in his throat. He ignores me and drags me deeper into the woods the opposite to his campsite. A faze of confusion passes over me as he drags me the other way. I know there is no use struggling but I continue to do it anyways. His muscular hand still holds a tight grip on me, as if I effect him in no way whatsoever. Suddenly he stops walking and I am harshly shoved against a tree. Pain shoots up my spine and a whimper escapes my lips. Tears roll down my face, and I realize that their is no use in begging. There is no escape. The monster holding me up harshly against the tree is not just any man, this monster is my mate.