Book #2 in The Bonds of Fate series "I-I'm s-s-sorry." She wept bitterly, the tears flowing down her cheeks in an uncontrollable stream. "I c-can never g-give you what you want." Vincent wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, comfort her, tell her that everything would be okay but in her current state it probably wouldn't be best. In fact, he wasn't even sure that she would even let him touch her. "Please little one," Vincent pleaded, taking a cautious step closer. "It's okay." "No! It's not!" She continued to weep, her knees weakening. If she wasn't so hysterical she may have been fearful that she would've collapsed. Her sobs softened, until all she could do was repeat her broken plea in a haunting whisper: "I can't give you what you want." "Baby, please, I don't understand." Vincent kept his voice calm, though it was really tearing him up to have to see his woman in such a way. It broke his heart to see her, curled up, bawling like a wounded child. He had to fight for control. Another small step closer. He had to comfort her, to protect her- it was a burning need within him worse than anything he had ever felt before. However, there was nothing that could prepare him for the words that would come next. "I'm barren." *** For Spiraea Johnson, all she's known is the life of a slave. Constantly faced with the pain and suffering dealt by fate. Alpha Vincent Russo wasn't prepared to find his mate, and he certainly wasn't prepared for her to be a impossible fragile thing that seemed damaged beyond repair. Encouraging her to open up, and earning her trust are ridiculously difficult especially when there seems to be danger lurking nearby. Perhaps Vincent is exactly what the little one needs to finally feel worthy of love, or perhaps she might just crumble under the weight of change... "Too tight, and it might shatter, too loose and it might let go..." © 2020 xXBrokenRecordsXx All Rights Reserved. Mature for Language and other Mature themes.

Book #1 in The Bonds of Fate Series "Excuse me sirs, but I think one of you dropped something." She spoke, her eyes not entirely fixed on them. Her voice was angelic, he already loved it. He found himself thinking that he would be content to listen to the sound for the rest of his life. "Thank you, beautiful." The Alpha responded quickly, motioning to one of his pack members to pick it up. "You have very good hearing." "Well, I guess it's compensation" She chuckled slightly, "I mean, these don't do me any good." She gestured towards her eyes, turning more towards where the sound of his voice had originated from. "I hadn't noticed that you were..." He trailed off. Though surprised, his desire and need for his mate never decreased. "Blind?" *** For Leora Kotas, life in Willsden Brooke was a continuous cycle. Her blindness kept her cautiously, stumbling through life like a chore. Adam Wayne has been waiting for years for his mate; finding her is all he ever wanted. The last thing he expected was to find her in the small town of Willsden Brooke. As a human among wolves, Leora will have to face her innermost fears in order to earn her place amongst them. With help from Adam she may just learn what it takes to be a Luna; but will he be able to convince her that she was made to run with wolves? "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Can be read as a stand alone novel! Marked Mature for Language and other Mature themes. © 2020 xXBrokenRecordsXx All Rights Reserved.

[Completed] Every Wolf Moon, humans are selected from each village to be sacrificed to the werewolves; creatures worshipped by humans as godlike figures. In a twist of fate, seventeen year old Mila Young is selected to be the annual sacrifice for the Trinity pack, the most powerful pack ruled by King Alpha Roman Stone. Alpha Roman and all werewolves under his rule are cursed. His hatred for the humans and his war on the deity Moon Goddesses has caused his kind to lose the favor of their blessings. However, when Mila reveals herself to have a connection to the werewolves unlike anything a human has ever had before, it becomes apparent that she may be the key to ending the suffering of Roman and his wolves... if only he can overcome the lifelong hatred that clouds his mind and darkens his heart. Excerpt: "You smell like wolf," The King Alpha declared, his voice low and angry. "I killed one," I both explained the smell and threatened at the same time. "And you think you can kill me? You think you can take my pack?" I glanced around at all the lycans still in their wolf forms, bowing obediently towards me. Could I take all of them on? I doubted it. I didn't even think I'd get this far. I didn't even know what was going on. When I turned back to the King Alpha, he was significantly closer. "Stay back!" I cried out in fear. The power flared within me once more, lifting whimpers from around me. The King Alpha hesitated again, his eyes skating over me with confusion. He took a deep breath, sniffing the air around me as he hadn't yet gotten any closer. "You smell like... my mate." {{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}} Rankings: #1 in Lycans #1 in wolf

**AMBYS 2024 GRAND FAVORITE NOVEL** Rhia loves caring for the monstrous residents she inherited from her late aunt. There's nothing else she needs but her misfit family in the countryside of Upstate New York and the sexy demon that satisfies her needs in her dreams. Until Ezra, the devilishly handsome guy next door, wanders over to borrow some milk. Her ghoulish residents are all too happy to play matchmaker for their lonely caretaker, but Rhia isn't sure about Ezra. He seems far too comfortable around the meddling ghosts and there's something familiar about him and his smoky gray eyes. And Ezra isn't as calm and collected as he seems. He might be hiding some dangerous secrets that could turn Rhia's already freakish world upside down. Or maybe... he's just another misfit monster looking for a place to rest his head. ********** Highest Ranking: #1 - adult fiction #2 - ghost #3 - blackwoman

Arianne Rosalina DeWynters found herself in trouble one evening while she was exploring the park with her best friend. She's kidnapped, taken to another place- another world, where she has to marry the vampire prince of a place called Nox Aterrima, meaning "Darkest Night". It was a place unusual to Arianne, but she'd have to get used to it because soon, she'd be the Queen. -Book 2 is out!- © Copyright All Rights Reserved Image of the model is not mine. #16 in vampire 13/04/17 #1 in kidnap 06/12/18

What would happen if the original vampire, Count Dracula, had met a stunning black woman who stumbles upon his castle? Would they clash over differences or have a love similar to Gomez and Morticia Addams? This is an 18+ novel, and please read at your own risk. #1 in Obsession as of Aug 27, 2025 #1 in Soulmate as of Aug 31, 2025 #1 in vampire romance as of Sep, 1, 2025 #2 in Age Difference as of Jan, 17, 2026 #2 in blackqueen as of Jan, 16, 2026 #2 in bwwm as of Sep 13, 2025

"I want you." With a touch as light as a feather, Cillian hooked a thick finger under her chin to get a better look at her face. "Look at me." Slowly, her eyes cracked open, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a warning. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him- I mean, really looked at him. His golden eyes were as direct, not even blinking as much as the average person. They glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the blinds, bringing an inhuman shine to them. A satisfied smile stretched across his lips until his prominent canines made an appearance. A finger tugged on the collar of her shirt and dragged it down- just enough to reveal the mark that was imprinted forever on her delicate neck. "Do remember what this means?" It was this speech, this deep, heavy voice of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes fell and she shook her head. His hand caught somewhere behind her neck and base of her jaw to tilt her head back so her eyes met his. "I think you do." He persisted. His other hand came up to lightly brush the hair back away from her face. "What are we, hmm?" His fingers trailed down the curves of her body until they settled on her hips to gently tug her closer, pulling a sharp inhale from her. With their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync, and butterflies fluttering in both of their stomachs, she peeked up at him once more. A shudder shot down her spine as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath fanning against the mark. "C'mon, say it." He breathily taunted. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "we're mates." - ranks - #1 new story #1 wolf # 2 alpha

Unedited story* 21-year-old Persephone(who actually goes by Steffi since no one can spell or say her name correctly) is starting college. She's is finally two hours away from her overbearing mother, and able to live on her own. The first day, as she's walking through the forest, she meets a stranger on the bench. Dark hair, bright eyes, her stomach filled with butterflies. She was drawn to the stranger that sat on the bench. Connecting to him, they soon see each other more and more. Little did she know, it's the God of the underworld, and he's falling in love with her every second of the day. This is the story of Hades and Persephone. (I honestly didn't think people were going to read this story, so I am slowly going back and editing each chapter! Thank you to all my readers who have loved this story as much as I loved writing it!) 1K 11/24/18 10k 2/2/19 20k 2/20/19 30k 3/10/19 40k 4/6/19 50k 4/28/19 60k 5/14/19 70k 5/30/19 80k 6/15/19 90k 7/2/19 _____________100K!___________ 7/22/19 200k 1/7/20 300k 3/4/20 400K 1/10/21

TRAILER IN CHAPTER 1 #1 Memories 10/10/2019 #1 Hurt 27/09/2019 #1 Werewolf 04/07/2019 #1 Blind 09/02/2020 #1 Time 10/06/2020 There are three of them They are ruthless They are cursed They are Immortal They are the HellHounds. ****** They were a legend. A story. But all legends are based off of truth. "Don't go out after dark," My father said. "Don't go anywhere alone," My father said "Don't go deep into the woods, for that is where he waits," My father said. I never broke a rule. I was a good girl. But my question always was, what do I do when the monster comes out to play? *** I was blind, so I slowly walk forward, not knowing where he is exactly. But I use my senses. I let this connection pull into a direction. As I slowly walk ,I reach my hand out, "Where are you?" I asked quietly. A big and calloused hand touches my own. From that one touch, electric shocks courses through my body, a strange and warming sensation. I flinched and gasped in fright. The big and strong hand gently grabs mine and softly pulls me forward. A breath hits my face slightly. I was right in front of him. He leans down toward my ear, his lips almost touching it. His breath makes chills run over my neck as he whispers very quietly with a deep and rough voice, "Here I am." *** If you want this book to make sense to you, I would suggest you read Book 2 of my Blood Moon Pack series, it completed and ready to read. You can still read this as stand alone, however there is more information held in Book 2.

Arabella Lane hasn't had the easiest life, living on the streets of London for most her life has left her scarred. Scarred but still standing. Phoenix Knight, Alpha of the Southern Pack; feared by all, loved by many. When Phoenix finds his soulmate he is determined not to let her go, he has waited for her his entire life and now that he has her he will not let her go. Enemies old and new will test their bond... When the past comes back to haunt them, will their future survive the threat? "Looks can be deceiving, even roses have thorns." [This is a stand alone novel; this is NOT a part of the Human Mate Series. This story has been marked Mature due to language, mentions of abuse, and suicide.] © 2017 xXBrokenRecordsXx All Rights Reserved.