♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, hot as f*ck, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■

Fallon Crow, a strong-headed powerful assassin, who wants revenge. Also known as the bastard child of a lord. Raze Aeden, the king of a country he never wanted, a general, a fighter. Also known as a selfish son of a bitch. What happens when these two are forced into a marriage? Well you'll have to read to know but I can spoil one thing; knives will be drawn and blood will be shed. Not to mention, all the demons from their past coming back to haunt them... #4 steamy #6 dark #9 enemies #10 rebel #10 warriors #25 fantasy-romance #28 royalty #103 young adult #298 romance #575 teen fiction • Multiple POV's • Word count: 314 552 - w/o bonus chapters • Book 1 out of 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We are fighting for way longer than ten minutes and my guards are nowhere to be found. I peek around, even double-checking to maybe see them but I can't see anyone. "Waiting for someone?" She smiles. Of course. "You. You sly arrogant-" "Shh. Don't be rude to your fiancée." "You won't be my fiancée for much longer." The smirk on her face is infuriating. I press the dagger against her throat until I draw blood. She does the same and at this rate, we'll both die instead of just one of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Touch her again and I'll cut your fingers off one by one." The guards laugh but I can see the fear in their eyes. They know once I'm out of this, I'm coming for all of them. I'm going to kill them. One by one. Rip them apart, piece by fucking piece No one can touch her and live long enough to tell the tale. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You're playing with fire Safania." "Good thing I don't burn." The last words he spoke before throwing me onto my bed sounded like a threat, but felt more like a promise. "You will." *** Don't get caught. Those are the three words Safania has lived by for the past five years. As a marked woman - easily identified by intricate bronze marks on her back and unpredictable special abilities - she has spent the past five years running from anyone who might exploit those abilities...especially the royal families who tortured marked women to build their empires. Starving, exhausted, and frozen, she collapses by the bank of a river just to wake up in her worst nightmare: the chambers of a prince. Prince Cassius is his father's first choice of his three brothers to ascend to the throne. He's smart, strategic, and stoic, unlike his corrupt and depraved brothers. There's just one problem: he has no interest in any of his proposed marital matches, and the King will only pick someone as his successor who he knows will carry on the family line. But once he meets Safania, he finds himself unable to imagine ruling the kingdom without her by his side. Can he convince her to trust him? *** Warning: this story contains mature and potentially triggering themes including domestic violence and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised.

Masked General and illegitimate Princess Salem is perfectly content fighting beside her father as the "demon general". Ironically, a battlefield is safer than the palace for a princess born of the queen's maid. Trouble strikes, when she has to marry Prince Erin of the enemy kingdom of Rale.

She catches his scent from a mile away and it smells like trouble. * * * No one knew what Mama Fan looked like or where she came from. Despite offers from Michelin starred establishments from across the globe, the 26-year-old Chef rarely left the kitchen of her tiny restaurant in the forest outside of Hong Kong. Then one day, a wolf came to her door and changed everything... Gabriel Moncrief, CEO of Lupus Corps and the Alpha of the Moncrief Pack had no time to mess around. With a board election around the corner, and a saboteur putting extra work on his already full schedule, the last thing he needed was a distraction. Nevertheless, that is exactly what the mysterious Mama Fan turned out to be. A distraction he could not ignore... Highest Rankings: #1 in paranormalromance #1 strongfemalelead #1 Hong Kong #1 in Chef #1 in Cooking

New York City, present day ― Zoricah, the draconian demigoddess, has limited time to uncover a series of killings before one of her own meets the same fate. With the help of her team of female warriors, she is determined not to let that happen, but for that she must ask for the help of her race's ultimate enemies - the Vampires. Tardieh, the Vampire King, has long learned not to trust the dragons but when the flames of passion ignite between him and Zoricah, he finds himself torn between overwhelming sexual heat and centuries-old distrust. Together they have to overcome their own prejudices before it's too late for their races and their love. *** Warning: this novel contains hot, steamy, descriptive sexual scenes. Enjoy. *** Copyright © 2012 by Ella J Phoenix Cover art by Liz Drysdale DISCLAIMER: No part of this book may be produced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or illegal purchase of copyrighted materials. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you for downloading this ebook. This book remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes. If you enjoyed this book, please encourage your friends to download their own copy from their favorite authorized retailer. Thank you for your support.

Not mature for the younger audiences. -------------------------------- I don't like explaining my books because when I do I tend to write everything that happens, so I am just going to say that I come up with these horribly dark ideas and put them into books, of course these books may be sad, and maybe even a bit sadistic, and in my mind they are badass, but when I write them down I don't feel as if I can show what I am truly imagining. I feel as if they suck, but my best friend tells me that they are amazing and that I better publish them when I finish so I did. Obviously. So eh. Yes, I know I happen to say this in each of my story descriptions but I truly do end up ruining the story if I write about it. There is foul language, sexual content, stupidity, and most likely some grammar errors, so I'm just forewarning anyone that reads it. I also try to make each chapter 2000 words or more, I suppose if that isn't enough someone will eventually tell me so here you go. ><><><><><><><><><><> Book 1- Deceived Book 2- Different Book 3- Ruthless There is another series that ties to this one, of course I don't name my series so I will just give the names of the books in order, but they should be read first, although it doesn't honestly matter as long as Ruthless is read last. Book 1- Broken Book 2- Forsaken Book 3- Fallen

WATTPAD FEATURED BOOK Highest Rank: #2 In Werewolf WARNING: NON CLICHE. "Move or I'll put soap in your eyes." I warned, as Ocean continued to block every step of mine. "You're the one who's in MY way... YOU move." He commanded with a hint of amusement in his voice. "If you don't move I'll nipple cripple you..." I threatened making him bring his arms up to cover his chest. "Why would you want to violate mine when I always take good care of yo-" I slapped my hand over his face before the word left his mouth. ---- A pack surrounded by tall walls. No one could come in, no one could get out. An Alpha notorious for using guns instead of claws. Why? No one knows. Since Naya first met Ocean, she knew he's been hiding something from her. What? She was dying to find out. After all, she was an Alpha herself. It was uncommon for two Alpha's to imprint on each other. But, nothing about Ocean and Naya was normal. They had extraordinary secrets and with extraordinary responsibilities. But they must figure out their purpose quickly, before time runs out. Before someone else much more powerful catches up to them. Someone who's been around for centuries. --- ~ Warning: This is a NON CLICHE story that doesn't normal werewolf trope on here. There are no rouges, no cliche packs or pack wars or crazy over brooding Alphas. This is a high fantasy werewolf novel. It will not follow the usual werewolf rules nor is it set in this world.~ Editor: Zoriey and Sweet_Lovexx

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked Xander, my voice void of any emotions. I was in my warrior stance in front of the whole pack. Back straight, hands folded in front of me and feet shoulder-width apart. I know I looked composed because that's my training. Be composed; don't lose control. Don't lose the battle. But all I wanted to do was run into his arms. Beg him to reconsider. Promise him that I would be the best for him. "I, Xander Valverde, Future Alpha of The Nightfall Pack reject you Anala Rozinov as my mate." With those words, I felt our bond begin to break. It was agonizing like being whipped and have those wounds have acid poured on them. That burning sensation started in my heart, and I felt it spread throughout my body. I took a shaky breath but remained cold and emotionless. I needed to leave quickly; I need to find somewhere safe. "I, Anala Rozinov, Daughter of Beta Keone Rozinov accept your rejection as your mate," I replied my voice, surprisingly even and cold. "You are now free to join the Alpha King's Army. Please go pack your things and report to my office. The King will be sending someone to collect you." He said, his voice rough with emotions. "Sorry Alpha. But I have decided I will go rogue." There were gasps among the crowd. The Alpha looked appalled this wasn't a part of the plan. No one refused the King. But I refuse to be another playing card for another pack. No more. I want my freedom. If my mate isn't it, I will find my own way. PS: I do not own any of the images used within the story; they have been borrowed from Pinterest or Google and belong to their respected owners. #TheLitAwards2019

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."