NOTE THIS STORY HAS BEEN ENDED/PAUSED EARLY-- WARNING - MATURE/18 plus preferrably. ------------------ His eyes are hooded heavily with lust and his full soft lips part slightly. He is pressing up against me. Hard. 'Are you wet baby?' I feel myself being pushed against the wall, his erection pressed hard against my stomach. I let out a whimper as his lips collide with mine and his tongue seduces mine. His left hand clasps my leg and wraps it behind him, around his ass, the angle making me very aware of his length against me- 'Yes' I need him like I need air. ----------- Her father is tangled in the web of The Mafia. She is in danger. For a year she has been recruited as a teacher in 'training' at a safe, elité school; her existence must be kept a secret. Now. Introducing her protection- Adrian Silvetti. Silvetti. The -Ex Italian Mob Leader- Silvetti. His job is to put Caterina's life before his. His intent should be to keep her safe. But what happens when the hard man *pun intended* grows a sexual fascination for the fiery young woman, beyond the limits of his control? Will the devil be able to resist an angel who is slowly uncovering his darkest secrets? Secrets are sometimes better kept in the dark after all, like Caterina's identity.

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"Answer my question," the mystery man growled but I simply continued to ignore him. Following where the powerful presence was coming from, I stopped when he was right in front of me. Reaching out, I felt my hand touch a prickly cheek. What I wasn't expecting was the sudden explosion of colors and electricity zip through me. Gasping I pulled back but a large calloused hand gripped mine in a tight hold. The one word that I never dreamed of ever hearing was suddenly spoken. "Mate," ~~~~ Kei Valancia, a blind young werewolf, has traveled all over and has visited hundreds of weak packs to train them and leaving behind the best fighters in the world. Yet, Kei hides a secret that nobody knows. Ryker Dare, Alpha King, has lived many years, seen many wars, and has spilled much blood by his own hands. So it's no surprise that he has given up on ever finding his mate. So, what happens when Ryker runs into Kei while visiting a neighboring pack? Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf 6/12/16 Cover made by _DEMiiGODDESS_

"You're a monster," I spat out. He turned around, his green eyes glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill then I'm sure I would have been dead by now. "Well you're a fucking bitch and you can't deny it. You know why, because you're in love with a monster." *.*. Daniel Collins was a monster and everyone knew that. Meeting him would be everyone's nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murdered like it was an everyday chore and never once did he show an emotion other than hatred. Rosalynn Richards was an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. Unfortunately, fate can't help but pair them together. Will Rose be able to get her happy ending? Will she be able To Love a Monster?

❝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