Jasper Simons is a boy who knows how cruel society can be. Jasper was injured in a car accident when he was 12 years old, he lost his Mother in the accident, and suffered brain damage. 6 years on, he has a severe stutter, suffers from seizures, memory loss, and needs a brace to help him walk. That is only what you can see. Now at the age of 18, the adoption centre can't keep him there any longer due to the shortage of beds. He can now access the money his mother left aside for him in her will. So Jasper decides it's time for a fresh start. Charles Maxwell is a 23 year old who has been running the family farm since his father passed away when Charles was just 19. He has a heart of stone, and an even tougher exterior. He lives for his farm. He doesn't have farmhands, just an elderly man named Jim, who lives on a neighbouring farm, who helps Charles out when in a time of need. Can someone break down his exterior? (BoyxBoy)

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

In a world where at the age of 10, children are taken to Power Hall to be tested on whether they have Mana. There are 15 known powers: Strength, Speed, Stealth (Darkness), Combat, Marksman, Weapons, Alchemists (Nature), Fire, Earth, Water, Air, Light, Time, Space, Death. But there is the Forgotten Power, The one rarely seen, Chaos, they who possess this power are known as the Tricksters. Thought to be a myth, it was rumoured that they were either the strongest or the weakest of all powers. The tricksters were feared and loved as they are erratic by nature. They could be kind one minute and cruel the next. It was said that they have the power to either save the world or destroy it. This is the story of a young boy growing from the slums of Golden City to the high heavens and beyond. That boy was named Lux Tenebra. Created 31/12/2015 - XX/XX/XXXX Please vote if you like the Chapters. (book cover is a free picture with edited filters added - i did not design it, only edited it. Source: http://www.paperhi.com/Toplist_Best_12092/) THIS BOOK WILL BE POSTED ON ROYALROADL.COM, This is just for verification purposes. The Tricksters Way was Number #17 in fantasy on (16/12/16) P.S this book is written on a Mobile Phone so if there is any spelling / Grammar mistakes just comment and it will be fixed.

"I want to get to know you." He said, slowly scanning my face, with a glint of seductive in his eyes. I swallowed hard. "In what way?" "Everyway." he replied in a tone that had warmth pooling in between my legs involuntarily. **************************************** I didn't know that he was mine, for a great power had made that choice for me. He was the future Alpha of the most powerful pack on the East Coast, the Raven Pack He was confident, sexy, and had power like none other, everything that girls swoon over. Me on the other hand? I was a human, born to lead the East council to follow after my father. Feisty, determined, and smarty pants was my middle name. When I met him, I knew my whole world would change. Who's this guy I'm speaking about? His name is Rayne. And he's my mate. He's all mine And I'm all his. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT WILL BE FOUND Read at your own risk...

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (:

What if saving someone meant exchanging your fate for something you can't even imagine? What if your real identity is buried in lies, deception, ancient-old curse and violence? Suddenly thrown into the world of werewolves, Honey LeChat struggles to fit into her new life. Bound to a contract with the cold and unyielding Roarke Romanov, she must find a way to battle the fierce attraction between them, all the while protecting who she was and maybe, finding out who she's supposed to be. Book 1.5 (Prequel to book 2 and 3): https://www.wattpad.com/story/164841191-claiming-olivia-novella

Book 1 of 3 [ C O M P L E T E D ] Most people dream of the stars and the things that come from them. They even have the infamous saying "Shoot for the moon; even if you do not succeed, you will be among stars." But no one ever dreams of what happens, if you actually meet the things that come from the stars and if it is, they can only imagine little green martians. It's just never thought about. Except now they've come. Except now those things are here. And they need Earth females to reproduce. ~*~ Published: Dec 26, 2014 Completed: July 8, 2015 Cover: me

In a world of monsters and gods, the Lupus Deus is the one being no one wants among them, especially not the gods that wronged him. Vivian Grey is as average as any werewolf comes, or at least that's what she believes growing up until she is confronted with the fact that her mate is the monster she heard stories about growing up. It doesn't take her long to realize that he is as cruel as whispered, as unfeeling as he is complex, and far more monstrous than believed. When push comes to shove she'll have to learn to navigate her own strength or risk being drowned in his. As a war between her mate and the gods that made him take place, love, might just easily become a double-edged sword. PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lupus-Deus-Werewolf-Sophia-Moore/dp/1644341271/ref=nodl_

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION