❝The more you hide your feelings for someone, the more you fall for them.❞ * Beta Ezra Harland gives a new definition to the words 'Tall, Dark and Handsome'. His bad boy ways, sweet as fuck charms, horny as hell Beta-blood and big heart make him the most irresistible combination to walk the earth. The cherry on the icing-filled cake? He's half-Saudi Arabian and half-Brazilian and sinfully sexy as a result. The worst part of it all? He KNOWS it. High school is over and Ezra is almost done with this Mates business. When he's reluctantly coerced into going to College, the last thing he expects is to run into his only childhood nemesis, the little girl who's life he'd once made hell. The same little girl who's now no longer a little girl, but is all ALPHA. And the funniest thing of it all? it seemed that she is his Soulmate. It's time for Ezra's story. * Ezra's PoV: "Oh my Goddess! Out of all the people in the world, it's Ezra Harland!" She sighs quietly in shock and her melodic voice sends goose-pimples racing down my bare arms. The sound of my name in her tongue almost makes me fall to my knees right there. Abort mission. Abort mission! Seneca and Micajah gasp, and the meaning of her words finally register past the thick fog in my brain. I cross my arms across my chest, glowering at her shocked expression without missing a beat, "Out of all the people in the world, I can't believe it's you, either." I snap, rolling my eyes. "I have no idea in what way the Goddess thought we were ever gonna be a good couple." "I second that." "Good, there's something we agree on." Nyah shakes her head, standing up. "It was nice talking to you, Micajah. And see you around, too, Alpha Mordecai." She grabs her cell phone off the table and leaves, brushing past me in a hurry. The tingles on my chest where her shoulder brushed against me? They're real. Man, I'm so screwed.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me that I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or- "You were waiting." *** ~Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf, #1 in Fiction~ ~Translated into 5 languages!~ "My jaw is on the floor!!! I'm so sad it's over" -AlexysZor-El "Honestly one of the best wattpad books I've read" -baebae_blue_hair "This was the first story I've ever read on Wattpad. That's how I fell in love with this app. Thank you author!" -inaffetss

Diana Brooke, a hunter with an infamous title that can reign terror even to the hearts of grown men, ventures on an undercover mission set on the other side of the border; wolf territory. It's a simple assignment; blend in, return, and report. After all, what's so hard about acting meek in an academy brimming with teenage wolves, even with the succeeding Alpha among them? Dark secrets, caffeine addiction, and a dash of wickedness brewing in their midst. Will Diana be conquered by the wolves? Or will she conquer them? Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf

When an 18 year-old Marine replies to an email meant for an advice columnist, the girl on the other end can't help but be hooked on his every word. Wes Lee, a US Marine on leave, is the accidental recipient of an email intended for an advice columnist. Even though he knows he shouldn't, Wes can't stop himself from answering the sender's cry for help. Morgan Mayfield, the high school senior who sent the email, is more than startled to received Wes's reply. But what he says to her resonates, and his advice might be just the thing she needs to break free from the life she hates.

|| In his eyes, she glowed. Her pale skin was like a canvas, just waiting for him to paint it with his dark colors. She was his moon and his hope. || { He kissed her tears as he always had and always would. } Kaia's life is a prison. Ever since her mom was murdered, her dad hardly ever lets her out of the house, even going so far as to homeschool her. Not to mention how he keeps secrets from her; according to him, it's too dangerous for Kaia to leave the house, but strangely it isn't for her brother, Cole. But, why? Because, though Kaia doesn't know it, the woods are full of werewolves, and Kaia's scent is particularly mouth watering. The second she steps too far into the woods, they can smell her...And only one Alpha can protect her from the wolves that want to taste her blood. Only, her Alpha wants to taste her in another way... The secret world of the lycanthrope is Kaia's destiny, and who better to meet it with than her mate? Especially when his heart is just as dark as hers, if not more so. ~ {A different take on the werewolf genre; if you're looking for something new about our beloved wolves, you've found it. Look inside for more details. Love ya if you hit read!} THIS BOOK IS NOW PUBLISHED! The final 15 chapters are not live on Wattpad as a result. Proceed with caution. :)

A chance encounter in the dark leads eighteen-year-old Daniel and the girl who stumbles across him to profess their love for each other. But this love has conditions: they agree it will last only one hour, and it will be only make-believe. When their hour is up and the girl rushes off like Cinderella, Daniel tries to convince himself that what happened between them seemed perfect only because they were pretending it was. Moments like that happen only in fairy tales. One year and one bad relationship later, his disbelief in love-at-first-sight is stripped away the day he meets Six: a girl with a strange name and an even stranger personality. Unfortunately for Daniel, finding true love doesn’t guarantee a happily ever after . . . it only further threatens it. Will an unbearable secret from the past jeopardize Daniel and Six’s only chance at saving each other?

"Then, my paradise was gone, along with the setting sun." Copyright© 2015 by unfurled

I'm pretty extraordinary (read: absolutely normal) for an average guy named Patrick- Patrick Kraker, and before you ask, no, I do not want a cracker; neither does Polly. Polly's sick of crackers. a) My summer job may or may not involve spray painting myself completely silver and standing motionless in the park. Of course not. b) I also may or may not be investigating and communicating with a homeless guy who is (possibly): one, not actually homeless and two, part of a cult of (probably) bloodthirsty satanic worshippers. *** Copyright © 2015 by unfurled All rights reserved #34 Humour Featured as of 28/04/16

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."