In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

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He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.

❝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

The last thing Liam Mcyntire expected to find in his barn one cold February morning, was a half-starved , frozen-solid woman. She's covered in bruises and full of mistrust and suspicions. He'd been perfectly content in his bachelor life of trapping critters, selling furs and living in solitude but this mysterious woman might just change all that. Emma Hawke was running. Running from her father, from the damage the man had done. Running from a life she didn't want--a life no different from the one that had killed her mother. She's never been off the mountain. She trusts nothing and no one--not even the man who saved her life by bringing her out of the cold. If Liam's going to win her heart, he's going to have to learn patience and how to truly care for someone more than he does himself. He'll have to love her softly. Can Emma overcome her past? Can she learn to trust--possibly even love--despite the fear that she holds of men and of marriage? Or will her past track her down and destroy any hope she has for a future?

(Warning: Rated R) "Now your turn."He watched as she bit her bottom lip and studied what he had written before. She softly said each letter as she wrote it. As he watched her lips slowly moving, he moved to her neck as though in a trance and gently kissed it. Caroline pressed her eyes from the sensation. Byron gently turned her face to him and feverishly kissed her plump lips and pulled her closer. She placed her hands on both sides of his face as he kissed her. When his mouth went back to her neck, her brow wrinkled at the sensation of his fingertips on the bare flesh that was right above her garters. As they traveled closer to her intimate area, she gasped and stopped his hand, "No Byron! Please!" Caroline Jacobs life has never been simple. Especially when you are the indentured servant of a soon to be duchess. With their sails in the wind, the voyage takes an ugly turn when their ship is attacked by privateers. Was this by chance or was this kidnaping planned? Byron Wright, a ruthless, cold and handsome privateer couldn't refuse the dukes offer of kidnaping his fiancé. The only issue is, that the soon to be duchess and maid switched places. What is he to do with an beautiful young servant while at sea?

Highest Rank: #2 Historical Fiction- Noah has been a Servant for as long a he could remember. His Mistress Cathliene Manchester just recently remarried to the Lord Louis Montego. This means that her and her twin sons are now members of Society. When the Montego family receives invitations for a Masked Ball celebrating the Alminian Princess's year of eligibility, an order from Noah's Mistress will change his life forever. Witness Noah's struggle as he experiences desire for a woman who is socially superior. After all what is Noah, but a Simple Servant? [[Word count: ~ 101,000]] [[Completed] ]

Analeigh Kerrigan is chasing her dream of becoming one of the best figure skaters in the world. Zach Crawford is already living his dream of being the best ice hockey player. Their paths collide unexpectedly. But they have a lot of things in common. They both live on the skates. They both love the sound of their skates sliding against ice. And they both know the pain of falling down on the ice. Analeigh hides more than she shows to the world. She's a mystery and Zach sees her as a challenge. He wants to get her to open up her petals and bloom for him. And Zach Crawford is known for loving a good challenge.

It's no secret that life is hard. But when you find someone who makes it all seem easy, don't let them go. Daniel thought all he wanted was to make it through his junior year, smoke with his friends, and make art. But everything changes after he meets a blind girl named Emma. Daniel & Emma's Story. Sequel: Coffee and Cigarettes Cover by: @Moldiv Highest ranks: #1 in Art, #1 in Blind, #1 in Coming of Age, #2 in Bad Boy, #3 in Young Adult, and #6 in Teen Fiction (Completed: August 2019)

Isis moves across the country to attend Uni, escaping her leaked nudes in the process. But once something spreads through social media, you never can be sure how far it's reached...