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."

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."

#14 Werewolf┊A small, seductive grin overcomes his face, as he leans in closer towards me. I feel his breath on my neck, causing me to still in his arms. "You see this?" He whispers in my ear, as he runs his finger along the bite mark, causing a ripple of desire to flash through my body, "It's my mark you'll bare. My mark that makes you mine-now and forever mine." ━ Do you remember those haunting tales your parents would tell you, about the beast that would roam the forest on the full moon in search for the girl in the red cape, so he could eat her up? I always thought it was just folklore, a myth, a simple fairy tale. Never did I think I'd be the one in the red cape, and the beast would be searching for me. Not to mention, a beast who wants to eat me in a way different than the tales. My soul mate. EXTENDED SYNOPSIS INSIDE!! ━ Copyright Taliii__ •started January 26th 2017• •highest rank in Werewolf-#14 28/05/17• •beautiful cover by the lovely @calloipe•

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

A past tragedy has left Lily Holmes burdened with a devastating secret... Since the death of her twin sister, Lily can't bear to be touched. Not accidentally, not casually...and certainly not intimately. This makes it impossible for her to confess to her best friend Adam Roberts that she's in love with him. She can't give him the sort of relationship he needs, so she watches in silence while he plans his wedding with someone else. Enter Nikoli Kinkaid, the campus manwhore... Nikoli is a self-proclaimed connoisseur of women, and he wants to add Lily to his list of conquests, but she wants nothing to do with him-until he makes her an offer she can't refuse. He'll teach her to enjoy human contact again, giving her a chance to win over Adam, while Nikoli uses all his considerable charm to seduce her. But Lily raises the stakes... Lily loves cars. Her late father was a racer, and she grew up under the hood of a car and on the racetrack. Nikoli has a limited edition car she covets, so she informs him the terms of their deal also require he not sleep with anyone for six months. If he does, she'll win the car. If she surrenders and ends up in his bed, his beloved 'Cuda is his to keep. In an intricate dance of control and surrender, a reluctant friendship becomes something more. Lily begins to crave things she never believed she could, and Nikoli realizes there is more at stake than his reputation. If Lily overcomes her phobia, will she crave Adam's touch as she's starting to crave Nikoli's? Or will she only find pleasure from the touch of a semi-reformed manwhore?

Elisa Anastasia Muller, was given away to one of her fathers associates at the age of 17. When she arrived to his home in Germany she thought it would be the most amazing experience of her life. Free living, handsome fiancé, possible children in the future, but all that changed once her father left her with Adne. Adne became an abusive drunk, coming home from parties and meetings drunk. Whenever he came home he would beat his beautiful woman till she bled. Elisa. Elisa's father never believed her, he only said that Adne was 'having fun'. Years passed when Elisa decided to run away. Run away from her torturer. Well she was going to until something occurred which may have saved her. What will happen to Elisa? Who will she meet? Will Adne find her? (This Book is recommend 17+ in some chapters due to the content, please read responsibly)

"The rules for a Mafia wife were endless and strict. Once she entered into this life she would never be free. Women in the Mafia were first daughters, then wives, and then mothers; always under the control of a man, always expected to live up to their expectations." A woman who yields to no man, who cannot be obedient, is not made to be a Mafia wife. Liliana Fiorenza, the headstrong granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Don, was not made to be a Mafia wife. Yet, she is forced to return to America and marry the infamous and secretive D'Onofrio heir. Marcello D'Onofrio, the heir to the D'Onofrio legacy, has gained himself a reputation for being far more ruthless than his father ever was. He now sits at the head of one of the most powerful American Mafia families in New York, consumed entirely by his work. Until, that is, he is forced to take on a wife - one who fights him at every turn. TW: Contains violence, assault, depression, and covers the topic of suicide. COMPLETED / BEING EDITED

Previously titled Mafia CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN "Do I make you wet?" He asked me breathing in my ear from behind me. "No and you'll never be able to." I said smirking, proud I found my voice again. "Is that a Challenge? If yes then you're on Bella." ~ When Isabella Denise, the assassin for the French Mafia, finds out that her own people are plotting to kill her, the feeling of betrayal drives her to collude with the Italians. That's when she meets Giovanni Marco Enzo, the head of the Italian Mafia Family. He was everything from cold and self-centered to intelligent and calculating. More importantly, he was a known womanizer. What would happen when Isabella finds herself drawn to him despite the circumstances? ___________________________________ This Book Has Mature Content and Frequent Use Of Abusive Language. 18+ suggested but if you are under well I cant stop you, read at your own risk.

"Okay Daniel lets get this over with. I Celeste rejec-," and before I can finish the sentence I am being slammed against the big oak tree behind me. His hands hold me down and I know its useless to fight because for once, I Celeste am trapped. "You will not reject me Celeste, you are my mate and you will remain that way forever," Daniel says to me with anger in his voice. "What if I don't want to be your mate," I state innocently. "Oh Celeste I know you do." Celeste is an 18 year old rogue who makes her own decisions and doesn't like to listen to other people. All she wants in life is to kill the people that killed her mother and tried to kill her. But when Celeste moves to a new school she gets everything she never wanted. Will she stay and accept her mate, or will she continue her rogue ways and look for revenge.