When a test you take in high school determines your classification as Pet, Little, Submissive, Handler, Caregiver, or Dominant, what answers would you give? Ayla always assumed she would be labeled as a Submissive, just like her mother. She couldn't have been more wrong. Ayla struggles with her new classification as a Little, and all of the changes that come with the new title. After loosing her best friend and becoming the school's laughing stock, how will she cope? Will Ayla scare future caregivers away with her behavior, or will she accept her new role in society? *************************************************** Hi, everybody! This is an Age-Regression book, so if that's not your cup of tea, please don't read! I make sure to proof read and edit each chapter before updating. If you find a mistake, please point it out to me! Thank you all for over a million reads across all my books. Make sure you're respectful to myself and others in the comments. Chapter suggestions are always welcome. Much love, Blu. <3

Olivia finally turns 18, which where she's from is highly dreaded. When you turn 18 you either get yourself sent to a dominant or get a submissive. In Olivia's case she gets sent to a dominant, Hunter Elliott is a very rich dominant, she got lucky in that department. What else does Willowdale have in store for the couple's future?

"You're mine," he growls. "I am not an object so back off!" He steps closer to me and pins me against the wall. "You're mine," he whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver in pleasure. "N-no, I'm not," I say, struggling to avoid submitting and giving in to him. His eyes narrow and he presses his body to mine, causing a part of me to fire up and another part to poke out. "Say it," he whispers. "You know you want to." I move my head to the side and avoid looking in his eyes. "Say it," he encourages again. "Say it and we can be together- forever." ---------------------------------------------- Allison doesn't take sh*t from anybody. She will 100% fight for her rights and what she wants. But when Jayden, alpha of her pack's rival pack comes along, will she give up her tough girl act and submit to him? Or will she prove to him she doesn't need him?

~~~~Danni and Andi Grace, at the age of nine, were left to fend for themselves after their parents death in a forest fire. Closer than most sisters, they set out to find a new home. Accepted by the Blue Moon pack, Andi was loved and cherished while Danni became the pack outcast. The sisters relationship doesn't seem to be so strong anymore. ~~~~ Jace Payne, practically born with a silver spoon in his hand, lives the life of a king. Mostly because that's exactly what he is going to be. Jace isn't ready to become king, for reasons unknown to anyone but he himself. Jace's Father, King Thomas, is ready to step down and let his son take the throne, but there's one tiny problem. Jace needs a queen to rule with him. Thus, King Thomas created the Mating Games. ~~~~ Between the mysterious black wolf, a handsome cocky man, the prince himself, and other males, who will win Danni in the mating games? More importantly, who will win Danni's heart? ~~~~ Death will take place, challenges will be set, and love will be found, but by whom? ***** All rights reserved to MissLeeAnn. Stealing is a crime. *****

A whimper slipped past my lips as he backed me to the wall, with every step he took further, my heart pounded against my chest. When the distance between us disappeared, he leaned down and whispered. "You have been such a naughty girl for so long and it's time for your punishment," My lips trembled as I spoke, "Is this a game?" ━━━━ Surviving as a lone wolf was difficult, especially when you have so many enemies chasing behind you. Myra left her pack at a very young age and found shelter in a small city. It wasn't long enough till the wolves found her and captured her. She was thrown at the feet of the Alpha Bane and was forced into submission.

His eyes were the darkest blue, his hair a messy black halo, his jaw defined his cheek bones high he is the most beautiful male that I've ever seen and he's my mate and he's mine...but is he? Can I stake a claim on someone who refuses to even notice my existance, and acts like I'm a living curse designed to make him suffer just by looking at me. What would you do if you are mated to the coldest alpha there is? I know from the look of those cold beautiful eyes... He doesn't want me

BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.

I was almost to the door when I remembered the leather jacket I brought. I turned back to the room and just as I entered the most wonderful smell hit my nose. My wolf started to go crazy and I looked up to see a small pale girl with black hair in a bun and pale blue eyes. All my wolf kept saying was MATE over and over again. The room blurred until all I saw was her. She was cleaning up the table when her head snapped up to my direction. Her eyes widened and she instantly bowed her head down and stepped back from me. "I am sorry Alpha Colton I did not know you were coming back." She said shaking in fear. Just then Alpha Andrew walked in and slapped her. "DONT JUST STAND THERE CLEAN THIS SHIT UP!" My wolf sprang forward and I grabbed Alpha Andrews throwing him across the room. I Knew i was on the verge of shifting but it was pointless in trying to calm my wolf. "YOU DARE LAY YOUR HAND ON MY MATE!" I growled then grabbed his head smashing it into the wall knocking him out and turned to my mate. She looked at me with wide frightened eyes and backed away. I knew that my eyes were glowing red and my canines were out but I was pissed and didn't have a good temper. When she stepped away from me again I let out a growl and she instantly froze. "MINE." Charity Andrews is a werewolf who hasn't shifted yet. She is abused and mistreated by her pack for this reason because they don't think she is anything but a worthless human. That all changes when Alpha Colton comes for a meeting. Alpha Colton is the coldest meanest Alpha that many fear. When he goes to Alpha Andrews pack to settle a rivalry he didn't expect his mate to be the packs punching bag. He has been looking for his mate for a long time and now that she is right in front of him he is pissed at what she has gone through.

"No!" I say softy, choking back tears that were threatening to pour out. "It just can't be!" I say with my hands by head, squeezing my eyes as if it was all a nightmare that would be over soon. The words escape my lips in a louder tone than what I intended and with more anger, earning a blood curling growl that made me stagger back with fear. I feel my knees shake with dread as the words rush out of his mouth in another growl. "Mine!" He shouts before making his way over to me. The second he's a hand's distance away, he reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair -not caring of the tears that were raining down my cheeks- making me tilt my head back, and plants his fierce dominant kiss upon my sweet and naive lips. 16 year old Nora Faith, youngest of 4 and only daughter the of SilverRose Pack, grows more and more desperate as her 17th birthday is just around the corner and is unsuccessful after several months of searching for her Mate. They say when you turn 16, you can identify your Mate by their scent and by your own wolf. Then like a fairytale, they shower you with their love, kiss you whenever you want, mark you as their equal and so on. Short, simple and easy. But unfortunately for Nora, when you have 3 protective Alphas as your older brothers. hovering over you 24/7 like a hawk, and preventing you exploring the world, it doesn't get any easier. 20 year old Alpha Damon Romano is slowly loosing his humanity by waiting for his Mate for far too long. For him taking the position of being an Alpha at the mere age of 14 of the largest pack in North America because of his parents unexpected and tragic death, makes him the youngest Alpha ever. He considers that all male Mates should be dominant over their females and he wishes to set it as a rule by applying it to his darling Mate. Cold, Cruel, Heartless, Savage, Sinister? Surely the Moon Goddess would've made a mistake because everyone knows that pleasing the heartless alpha ain't no child's work.

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved