Obsession, stalking, obsessive stalking. Thoughts of murder, torture, rape. With a devious mind and a black soul, he's capable of absolutely anything. And his favorite victim is at the end of his wrath. When he finally wraps his finger around the beautiful Lucy McMillan, there's no telling where her fate lies.

《《 Sequel to Zion 》》 The dead should say dead, for death hath laid his hands on them for reasons to never question. It took her death to find out the truth. <> Book Three of the Broken Crown Series (Can be read without book 2) "It was not her time to die, and it will not be her time to die until we have lived out our lives together in happiness" -Zion

Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf | A Featured Wattpad Novel Her mate didn't want her, so the Alpha King claimed her. WARNING: multiple chapters are PRIVATE, meaning you must be a follower to read. Book One of the Broken Crown Series <><> "Zion is a breath of fresh air amongst the midst of werewolf stories... With no doubt, a twisting element of surprise awaits us all." -sayonaratui "I wish I could erase my memory and read this over and over again" -Ivona1950 <><> WARNING: MATURE, SEXUAL ELEMENTS, LANGUAGE, & DARK ELEMENTS

Some call me bad luck. Some call me unlucky. Some call me their worst nightmare. Most fear me. Most scream when they see me. And I smile. I smile because that's what I love the best. Their fear. I love it, when it goes through their eyes when I point the gun and shoot them dead. I love how pale they turn when they hear me chuckle. I just love the sound of their rapidly beating hearts against their chest. But when she comes along, that's where my true demon comes out. That's where I love it the most when I scare her and become her worst nightmare. I'll break her. I'll break that little fiery soul of hers. And I'll laugh when it's in my hands. *mature theme *cussing

"I love you." "I know." ••• All Rights Reserved 2017 @nikki20038 cover: xThePineappleGirlx Big thank you to @GoldenSun_SilverStar , check her out!

James (Chris Brown Cameo) and his five year old daughter Joy are homeless. After waking up to his car being repossessed his life turns.... for better or for worse? a/n: Don't let the number of the parts scare you. They are very readable and short!

{I wrote this in 7th grade, so I apologize for how poorly it may have been written. It's a little cringey but a lot of you seem to really enjoy it HAHA. The story is NOW COMPLETED and I hope you enjoy!} "Kiss me." He smirked pulling me closer to his chest. "Andrew I have a boyfriend." I nervously reminded him. "I don't care." I stared up at his dark eyes as they intently stared back. "Let go of me." "Why?" I tried to pull away and failed miserably. His grip was just too tight around my waist. "I said let go!" I screamed at him clenching my jaw. My frustration seemed to amuse him. "Stop being such a freaking prude Ash." He chuckled with a smirk. He leaned in closer just inches away from my ear. My heart hammered against my chest when I felt his hot breath on my ear. "I want you." ••• Ashley Freely. That's the girl. The girl that I needed to know. The girl, I couldn't stop thinking about. I knew from that first day that she would be mine. I knew that despite everything in our way, that I'd make her my girl. I knew she wasn't available to me, but I didn't care. Somehow, someway, I'd get her. There was just something that pulled me in. Everything about her intrigued me, and for the first time I knew what I wanted. I wanted her.

Ash snapped me out of my thoughts almost instantly, smirking at me. "A penny for your thoughts?" I raised one eyebrow at him. "What's next? A nickel for a kiss?" He scooted closed and cupped my face. Right before he wanted to push his lips on mine I pushed him off. He smirked. "A dime if you tell me that you love me." I glared at him, "I will never ever love you Ashley." He stood up and pinned me against the wall. He examined my face before looking at my lips. A dirty smirk formed on his lips. "Trust me, Rosemary, I am going to make you love me, no matter what. You Are Mine."

As he chugged the bottle of clear liquid that was tightly held in his tattooed hand, I watched his lips go to the opening and take a forbidden sip. I desperately wanted to know what they would feel like on me. As he pulled out his third cigarette that hour, I should have asked what he was trying to gas out. But I was to focused on how he gracefully clutched the thin killing machine in his hands. I wanted to know if he would hold me like that. I watched as he destroyed himself with every sip or inhale. He would look at me with a soulless smile, and for a moment, I forgot what I was worrying about.