Highest Ranking: #4 My eyes were wide as I slowly got to my feet, turning to yank the dagger that was embedded down to the hilt in the wall, where my head was moments ago. "What the fuck was that for?" I said in shock, completely flabbergasted as I stared at him with a bewildered look on my face. Judging by the shocked expressions on Elliot and Dylan's faces, it looked like they hadn't expected their Alpha to throw a fucking dagger at my head either. Heath flashed his teeth at me in a smile that was more predatory than pleasant. "Just making sure your arm isn't going to be a hindrance to our rescue mission." My jaw dropped. By throwing a fucking dagger at my head? Enraged, I let the burst of anger spur my next actions, and before anyone could so much as twitch, I was across the room, toe-to-toe with Heath, one hand fisting his shirt and pressing him against the edge of the desk and the other holding the blade of the dagger at his neck. I applied the slightest pressure on the blade, shallow enough it wasn't lethal, at least not for a werewolf, and deep enough so blood welled up at the thin cut. "Just making sure this isn't silver," I said mockingly, and I didn't hide my smirk when the wound didn't heal over. "Oh wait," I widened my eyes, feigning shock, "this is silver." I flashed him a wicked grin, completely unrepentant, and his eyes were a thunderous black as he looked down at me. "Oops," I smirked. "My bad."

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."

This is my kitchen. My rules. .......................

"Dance with me." I looked at Giovanni and his blue eyes stared at me with amazement and compassion. Something no other man ever did before. "I have not danced in a long time Isabel." He smirked as he laid back on the couch and stared at me. My favorite song was playing, and I could not help but to pull him up as I begged. "Please?" That soft plead made him weak. Nothing ever made him weak. He never danced before. This tall, buff, muscular man danced with me and held my tiny self against his strong frame as if I was everything in the world to him. He danced...... Or he tried to dance for me. I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair as he looked nervous. "Isabel. I must tell you something." He whispered against my lips. Giovanni Fiorelli Mafia Lord. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly. Unwilling to care or love. When a meeting has gone bad, Giovanni thought that he would die in the freezing cold river. Isabel Cielo. Sweet. Kind. Selfless. Beautiful inside and out. Able to love No matter what condition. Never would he have thought that in a world full of demons and monsters, he would meet....... A Saint.

I WASN'T CREATED TO CARE. I WASN'T MADE TO PITY. MY PURPOSE WAS TO BE THE PERFECT SOLDIER, A FLAWLESS PIECE OF KILLING MACHINE. YES, THIS IS WHAT I AM. THIS IS WHY THEY MADE ME. I WAS CREATED TO KILL, NOT TO FEEL. Aurum, a vast landmass formed after the Apocalypse. Ruled by a totalitarian government called The Control, citizens are expected to consider their every word they say as LAW otherwise it would mean death. The population is unjustly zoned into 38 Divisions according to wealth, power and social stature with Division 1 being the richest and Division 38 being the most marginalized. Aside from strict rules imposed by government officials, boys and girls who reach the age of eighteen are expected to follow the path destined to them by The Control. They would chose their college, their job, what division they'll be inhabiting and who will they marry. Enter Jonathan Kress, the most eligible bachelor in Aurum and the son of the wealthy Control officer, Jonas Kress. On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, he runs away to escape his fate but gets tangled up in the uprising caused by The Alliance, a rebel group that stirred the Division War several years ago. He is rescued by Lauren Steel, a trained assassin with a secret of her own. Coming from different sides of the road, Jonathan and Lauren have a hard time adjusting and reading one another. Soon enough, they discover something that seems to draw both of them together and they could no longer stop it despite how forbidden it looks. Lauren knows that if she doesn't hold back her feelings for Jonathan, she'd become weak. Jonathan knows that if he keeps loving Lauren, he is going against Aurum's most powerful authorities, including his own father. WHAT IF YOU KNOW LOVE WOULD KILL YOU? WOULD YOU TAKE THE RISK? WILL YOU FIGHT BACK?

It's not easy being the only girl in the Durant household. It's tough when everybody views you as the baby of the family, despite having a twin brother who is only two minutes older than you. But most difficult of all is harboring a secret crush on your twin's best friend for three years. Sofia Durant is having the worst last weeks of high school she could have ever imagined, especially after failing two classes and having to take summer classes in order to graduate. So when Adrian Carter, the star of the college soccer team in Madrid unexpectedly asks her out on a date, she thinks her bad streak has come to an end. But things take a turn for the worse and after an unspeakable night she wishes she could forget, flees to London to live with her older brother Leo. Eight months pass before she finally has the courage to come back home and resume her life, only to find that things are a whole lot different now and she's not the only one who has changed.

Evelynn Marsano has been gone for a year, but very little has changed. Her brother's still a legend in underground races. The same girls still hate her. The same boy still makes her heart race and resolve weak. But this time she won't let him get close enough to hurt her. Not again. Not like before. Westen Burke just arrived to town and he's only staying long enough to set up a few street bike races, make some money, and have some fun. But he might stir up some trouble when he begins hanging around his sponsor's sister, and it's not just her brother he's pissing off. -------------------------------------------------------- Warning: You can expect a lot of street racing, tattoo's, fights, drugs, mature language, and other mature content, so READER BE AWARE!! ***APRIL 2025: Ride will be updated daily***

The strength of Sloane’s heart is about to be put to the ultimate test. After the Eclipse – the night vampires began openly slaughtering human victims – everything changed. Out of fear, the government salvaged what remained of the human population and enclosed them in massive, security-laden cities called White Sectors, while marking the vampire infested territory as Red Sectors. When seventeen-year-old Sloane McAllister’s twin brother disappears, she seems to be the only one who thinks he isn’t dead, and vows to stop at nothing to find him. Gathering her courage, she braves the Red Sector to search for clues to his whereabouts. By chance, she encounters Aden, a handsome, charismatic vampire with a hidden agenda. He turns Sloane against her will, and whisks her away to his underground city. Enemies quickly become friends as Sloane struggles against her attraction to Aden, and resists her growing loyalties to the creatures that ruined her life. But the vampires themselves are the least of her problems. The city is harboring a devastating secret, one that could change the tide of the war and threaten to destroy everything Sloane has come to believe in. YA/Thriller/Dystopian/Paranormal Romance

* UNEDITED & SLOW UPDATES * Just when she thought the nightmare was finally over, a stranger of similar past came waltzing in carrying her demons on his shoulders, causing her world to slip upside down. Everything changed after he stepped in. She was never the same again. But, what she feared was whether this intruder would drag her out of the darkness or push her back further into it? © 2018 Tasmiya Wadhia. All rights reserved

Journey Durant's father warned her, "Someday you'll have to lie in the bed you've made." But she didn't believe him... until now. She has just received news that her ex-boyfriend is about to be released from prison, and this reformed bad girl can't shake the feeling that her troubled past is coming home with him. The town of Emerson, Georgia has forgiven and forgotten her involvement in the most publicized tragedy in the town's history, but only because of her three-year absence, her prominent Southern Baptist family, and her marriage to the closest thing her small town has to a superhero. Bullets and emotions fly, leaving Journey to realize that no matter what penance she has done for her past, the mistakes of her youth still carry unpaid penalties. The Wattpad version of The Bed She Made is dedicated to my niece, @neondark.