''You mess with the wrong person. You choose the wrong person to mess with. You shouldn't have come my way. And now I Own You. You are mine and no one else.'' He whispered in my ear and kissed the tip of it. He pulled me in to a sweet tendering kiss. He pulled away '' And don't you ever forget it.'' He walked away leaving me in a deep shock. I Cameron Lucy Lopez had made a bad decision. I wish i didn't mess with Ryder Vincent. Now every time i talk to a boy, he gets jealous, and also possessive over me. Wish their was a reset button. But what's done is done. What have i gotten myself into.

"He is as U n p r e d i c t a b l e & D a n g e r o u s As the S e a He is P o s e i d o n." • RATED R - PG 17-18 EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

║ "It's yours, Angel," he says, his voice husky and deep, "you can stare as much as you want." ║ Emmaline Jones isn't one for surprises. Anybody who knew her could tell you that. So when a hot guy suddenly decides to kiss her straight on the lips, she does the first thing that comes to her mind. . .and punches him. In the face. What's even more bizarre? The same guy keeps following her around and acting like she's his. What the hell is up with that?

"They say he brings D e a t h Wherever he goes, They say he is R u t h l e s s, They say he is P o w e r f u l, They say he is a G o d, They say he is T h a n a t o s." • • • Rated R - PG 13 [Read at your own risk] Cover by: floatinglilacs

Possessive: adjective 1. jealously opposed to the personal independence of, or to any influence other than one's own upon, a child, spouse, etc. 2. desirous of possessing, especially excessively so. 3. of or pertaining to possession or ownership.

I barged through the glass doors,like no mans business,if he's trying to make my family suffer...I'm gonna make your life into hell. "What's your problem!" I yelled slamming my hand on the glass table,ignoring the vibration I caused. He twirled around in his chair with a smirk playing on his face. Ugh I hate that smirk. "Well...GoodMorning to you too" "Just tell me how much money you want so we can get this over with" I sighed shuffling my hand through my purse. "I've got tons of money already" The jerks going to brag now. "Stop beating around the bush and answer me 'Mr oh I'm a millionaire" "Fine"He stood from his chair "Marry me" (On hold)

My eighteenth birthday... A day in which is suppose to be special, the day I become a young adult. The day in which I should never forget and boy will I never forget the events that took place that day. It was the day my parents told me I would be marrying the son of my parents rival company. Not only did this arrangement happen before I was even born, I have no say in what I want. I have to grin and bear having to be married to a complete jerk! So what if he is mouth wateringly hot?! He is an ass! Pervert! Womaniser! You name it, he is it! If this is not bad enough, I learnt that my whole life has been a lie. My parents do own a shipping company, but I never would of guessed they were involved in the mafia! Not only that, my supposed fiance is the King of all mafia in America. I wish my family and I never left France those 2 years ago!

*Mature* "I crave your submission." he said eyes moving down to my parted lips as my breathing deepened. "Whenever I want you, however I want you. I want you screaming for it, begging for it. I want your mouth wrapped around me while I ram into these sweet lips, I want to bury myself deep inside your hot little body. God Desiree, I want to eat you like candy. I want it whenever I say I want it. You don't need to be afraid of this Desiree. Fight me in any area of our life that you want to, but not sexually. Just let me have that Desiree. The rest, we'll work out. But don't deny me. I couldn't stand it if you denied me." Private Chapter(s): http://www.wattpad.com/29712630-alpha%27s-redemption-9-her-lady-parts

"I'm a fucked up dark and heartless alpha, possessive and monster are just my nature..."

This was it, I thought. This is how I'll die. I felt no fear, only a vague feeling of acceptance. He opened the cell door, the rusted metal scraping along the ground. He looked at me with both pity and pride as I stumbled out of the cage, before throwing his arms around me. "Oh darling" he whispered in strained voice, "May the King have mercy" --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I do NOT own the cover image- Votes and Comments are much appreciated