a very shy young black woman takes a homeless guy in for the winter, where she fixes his heart, gets him back on his feet, and gives him unconditional love until he felt warm again. [interracial] © BookOfBandz 2017 started : (november 12th, 2017) finished : (december 2nd, 2017)

Alana is a "low" ranking wolf she has always been different never knowing why, always having to fight for everything she wanted but when her mate the Alpha King Christopher come into her life will she have the biggest fight of her life or the easiest win.

"So when are we getting to this so-called 'safe' place." I ask his stone faced ass. I'm just trying to get a little conversation going. It is to quiet. The only thing I hear is the car engine and our- well my breathing. His quiet ass. I mean he won't even turn the radio on. Who does that!?! Since he isn't gonna talk to me I might as well get comfortable. I lean my seat back and put my feet up on the dashboard. Luckily I had painted my toes the day before. "Get your feet down now." I look at him stunned. "Now you wanna talk." Being the stubborn person I am I keep my feet up. He swerves the car to the side of the road so quickly I bang my head against the window. "Oww!" I complain. I'm probably gonna have a concussion now. He turns toward me with such a hateful look I flinch. "Get your fucking feet down now or I will cut your pinky toes off and grill them." My feet are back in their shoes in record time. He pulls back on the road then. "At least my feet don't stink."

Karmen was a girl who was damaged from her past, but as she got older she learned to forget about it and move on. That's until her long lost bestfriend, August, came back into the picture. Read about the crazy journey of Karmen and August! Will they finally be together and live happily ever after or continue being just "bestfriends" forever? SEQUAL: SHE'S A KEEPER

"I can't be with you." I whispered, tracing my hands down his arm. The blank stare he gave me was clear that he was trying to stay strong. He hated showing his feelings and I knew that he did. "Why?" His deep voice cracked. The French accent I grew to love seemed as if it had faded along with his emotions. "We don't come from the same community," Tears trickled at the corner of my eyes. "You're from the richest family in LA and I'm just a transfer from Colorado. I'm in the middle class and for crying sakes, I'm black. You're white and we just don't mix." I lied and with every word my heart broke a bit more. "Does that really matter?" He stepped dangerously close to me. His hot breath fanning down my face now as we locked eyes. His beautiful green eyes staring down at me. I nodded. "Can I tell you something?" Once again I nodded, feeling slightly dumb for repeating the same actions. "I'm in love with you Milan Foster."

The desire of wanting or the desire of needing a person whom fulfills all of what you need and want is lovely and satisfying. But is it right to have a young or younger person fulfilling your desires? Maybe or Maybe not but that shouldn't matter, as long as your happy that's all that matters. Always remember Age Ain't Nun But A Number...

"What do you want from me?!" I sobbed, looking up into those evil blue eyes. He stopped walking and turned to face me. He looked at me with no emotion. "I want my baby back."

Gyllene (Jil-in-ay) was a poor, 17 year old girl. Angelo is the Italian Mafia's don. •You have been advised now 18 AND OLDER •VERY mature content •I do not own any of the pictures or videos. •Please do not steal my ideas.

The Scar on her face....could never match the one on her heart.