*BRITTANY BROSKI APPROVED* RANKINGS: #1 - starwars 6/10/2019 #3 - kylo 6/10/2019 #3 - kyloren 6/10/2019 He made eye contact with me with those intense brown eyes, and his vision traveled down my body, looking at every curve and flaw. He got down to my feet and looked all the way back up, taking in every part of me. I was scared now. I had no control over my body because of The Force and the way he looked at me, greedily, hungrily, left me terror-stricken. Kylo Ren climbed up swiftly onto the bed so he was laying next to me. He supported himself with his right elbow and placed his left hand on my lower stomach. His gloved hand was massive. His thumb and pinkie extended from each of my hip bones. I shut my eyes tightly. My breath significantly quickened. I felt his hand graze up my stomach, and I could hear him breathing heavily. His hand continued it's slow path up my chest and to my exposed neck. I swallowed down an impulsive scream that I couldn't help from rising as I felt him lean in towards me. His black locks fell onto my face and they smelled of mint. His hand was gently resting on my neck and his hot breath was on my ear. My heart was pounding and I was sure he could feel it. "It was so hard for me not to ravish you in front of everyone in Tunstead." His lips grazed my cheekbone. "The sensation was almost overpowering. You're lucky I have . . . Self-control." _____ This book is for readers who can handle maturity, violence, and who have a true appreciation for not only Kylo Ren/Adam Driver's beauty but for the Star Wars universe! Highest rank: #33 in Fanfiction! #2 in Star Wars! Copyright 2016 @ flywithmyjetpack . Please do not copy or steal my story/ideas. I don't own any part of the Star Wars episodes. I don't own any part of the characters or plot of Star Wars. However, THIS plot and most characters in this book are mine so please don't copy or mock my stories!

Nova is a nobody. A nobody with an overwhelming desire to become anyone but that particular nobody. Running from your past is never a race you can win but damned if she doesn't try.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Bree is thrown into the glade like everybody else. In a dark metal box with no memory of her past life. She soon comes to realize that her new life in the glade isn't the best one. That is, until she finds Newt. Featured in the official Wattpad fanfic Maze Runner fanfiction reading list! Book cover by soldtheworld All characters and settings are owned by James Dashner. I only own Bree, and a few other select characters. *Please keep in mind while reading that I wrote this when I was fourteen. (:

Haven was an alphas daughter. Although she thought she was just an ordinary girl, her father always told her she was destined for greatness. When news of a great pack invading reached her, Haven couldn't believe her ears. She quickly left her pack work, and went out to fight off the intruders. She prepared for a war, but what she got was much worse. Well, at least to her. Having one mate is hard enough, and an alpha at is one of the hardest. Imagine having two alpha mates. That's what the one girl who didn't want one mate, got. Is it double trouble or just more fun? • "I have twin mates?" I asked out loud, shit this was confusing. "Yes, baby girl." Kiran whispered softly in my ear. I hadn't even noticed him lean forward. "But I'm not a twin." I asked, voicing my confusion, I'm not a twin. Am I? I don't think I am. Wait, yesterday, my mate. He was alpha. Oh shit. "We're alphas honey. We only need one, and that one is you." • Best ranking: #1 in Werewolf 12/06/2018 #1 in twins 12/06/2018

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)