Rejection is not natural. Neither is being wolf-born, but that one I had to live with. It began with a rejection, and not one that was taken lightly. I knew the meaning of dominance before I was forced to kneel before him. The orphanage taught submission, but Alpha Martin Julius wanted far more. Submission. Power. Obedience. Abduction. And the one thing that I could never forgive...the belief that he could hit me and get away with it. The belief that men in this world are the only ones made to rule every continent, every country, every being and object...women were treated like those objects. Power danced in this dirty, entitled fingers and women were whacked and beaten into obedience. Power. Submission. Loyalty. Power belongs to the men and only the men. Submission is the only thing that must be taken seriously in a woman. Loyalty...stay loyal to the death. Rejection wouldn't have been possible if there was equality. There is nothing equal about the man who won't let me reject him.

He teases her. He challenges her. He fascinates her while he irritates her like no other. He drives her insane. He makes her...ughh, so mad she could scream! The only thing he won't do is let her go. Quincy: I'm a human living among the werewolves. My mom is a werewolf. She had a drunken fun one night with a stranger, a human. The union was not supposed to bear an offspring. I'm not supposed to happen, but here I am, an outsider. They all hate me but my Nana loved me. Then Nana died. They moved me to the pack house. Now, their old Alpha three times my age wants to make me his. That is not the life I signed up for. My Nana nurtured me a dream to go off to college. So I run. I run not because I'm a coward. I run to save myself. I will have nothing to do with their kind anymore. I'll be a normal human among other normal humans. I'll be so normal, even the most average normal humans will feel like freaks next to my normal ass. They will bow down before me and call me Queen Normal. Then I see him. The best specimen of men...but I know he's not human. He's not a werewolf either, so what is he? There's this pull between us but I know I shouldn't get close to his kind...whatever he is. The trouble is, he won't leave me alone. Caspian: I've been looking for my erasthai for decades. My mother dearest, the queen of all werewolves and lycans is pressuring me to marry Lady Celeste. I'm supposed to take over the throne from my father and make lady Celeste my queen. I want nothing to do with her. I want my erasthai. Then I saw her. She's a human. The most beautiful mesmerizing creature ever, and she's mine! I thought it's going to be easy. It should have been easy. Come on, ALL girls want me. I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous! Mirrors weep when I walk past them. She refused to give me the time of the day. Well, too bad princess. I'm not about to let you get away. I'll crush all other competitions. I'm Prince Caspian. I always get what I want.

{EDITING IN PROGRESS} She left me when I was locked away, taking my heart and something else I didn't know about along with her.....I am out now and I plan to have her again. Whether she likes it or not... Story Cover done by: ojclarke **ATTENTION! A brief but serious disclaimer*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning that it is meant for the audience of 18+. This Story's content is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you still decide to read this story then you do so at your own risk. I will not be giving warnings before every chapter that has sexual content in it. So please be forewarned now. This story also utilizes strong language and violence, so if you are of under age or sensitive to such things then continuing to read is strongly not advised by author. His Baby. Copyright © December 2015. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site as well as any other resources! Author has also taken precautions in registering this work through the Unites States legal copyrighting services. So the author can and WILL legally pursue actions if found that any part of this story is duplicated in any sort of way!

Indie is a college student, born and raised in Delaware and trying to find a new life in the small town of Whiteoak, Colorado. She is intelligent, witty and keeps to herself. She may sound average, but she's far from it. With the curse of telepathy, the voices of others thoughts she hears around her never seem to stop, causing her to isolate herself from those around her. When she moves to the small town, she expects everything to be normal - she will finish her schooling, work in a cliché diner, and live her life as planned. However, when Indie meets Thaddeus, everything changes. He is strong, mighty, angry, and notorious for his ruthlessness. Although he never yearned for a mate, Indie's charismatic aura was much too strong to ignore. Indie's stubbornness is as tough as a padlock, but Thaddeus is determined to break in. *pictures used are not mine, no copyright intended *wonderful cover by: xxarachnidxx *inspired heavily by True Blood *story mentions some topics that may be disturbing/ triggering to others: sexuality, self-harm, graphic violence, and adult language. highest ranking: #1 in YOUNG ADULT #17 in ROMANCE #1 in STRENGTH #1 in WEREWOLF #2 in SUPERNATURAL

❝I think he is attracted to her. Look at this beauty. Which man wouldn't want to keep her for himself? After all, ruling alone for such a long time he must be in search of a queen.❞ He's said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. The lone wolf, Arles. The king of all wolves. An immortal. A god. They say he ruled ruthlessly. He had the power to change the inescapable destiny of man itself. She was a mortal. A troublemaker. She didn't know what she was getting into when she crossed him. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio. I don't own the picture used in the cover.

•••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• ORIGINALLY 6.2M READS ON WATTPAD! First Unedited Draft. 64% manuscript sample. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• I could never understand why Grandma Liz always forbid me from venturing out during nights of full moon. I remember often thinking to myself, "What could possibly be there that wouldn't be there on other nights?" Years passed and still, the question remained unanswered. That is, until one night. If only Grandma knew they didn't need the full moon. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• A Royal's Tale Series - II ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••• Published (WP) : 1/11/ 2015 Completed (WP) : 30/1/2018 Highest Rate : 8 in Werewolf Cover : Graphic Designer @ Typewriter Pub Trailer : Sannyaahhh

Isabella and Dimitri have successfully defeated the Shadow, only to find out that they still can't get the happy ending they so badly want. Isabella's parents are not happy to find out about their relationship. But is that really their biggest problem or is love more cruel then that? Will they ever get the happy ending they deserve? Or was their relationship never meant to be? Read on to find out.

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

"Cora, whether you like it or not, you belong to me. You're mine! Do you understand that? I suggest you accept it because I won't allow you to decide otherwise. You see, in my world, life is like a game of chess, and darling...you've just became the queen, my main piece." "Well...It's a good thing I've never been fond of chess. In fact, I've always preferred monopoly." With that, I slammed my foot down on his, shoving him aside while running for the shut door. He was beyond mad. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled innocently up at his enraged expression and tense stance. "And luckily, I have a get out jail free card." _______________________________ C O P Y R I G H T. R E S E R V E D. Guilty for loving cliche possessiveness, control and jealousy, I decided to create my very own story involving just that. This is nothing professional or overly realistic. it's just a fun story filled with game playing, banter, romance and humour.

The Demon King, Dimitri Rae the most dangerous and brutal demon you could ever come across has been ruling over Rovana for a very long time. Life tends to get boring so Dimitri results to torturing and killing humans as a form of entertainment. This has been going on for more than a century and the humans are too weak to fight back. A prophecy states that The Demon King can be stopped by one thing and one thing only. A girl who will be eighteen years of age when she meets the King. The prophecy doesn't state how she will stop him, just that the demon King can be stopped. So every year, the humans send twenty girls who are eighteen years of age, down to Rovana, hoping one of them will be able to kill him. Read this extraordinaire tale of love and hatred as they come together in one epic bang. Highest Ranking: #1 in Paranormal (Thank you all so much!!!) Completed.