An orphan, an assassin, a lethal killer, a protecter. 16 year old Gabrielle Thompson has a dangerous name, feared even by the strongest. Gabrielle is assigned by 'The Fates' to assassinate unwanted creatures. Gabrielle isn't a regular human nor regular werewolf she's different. That is why she was thought to have died with her parents. 'The Fates' have a new assignment for her, one that'll change her forever. She's to protect Zachary Malice soon to be Alpha of the Blood Red Pack. With a fake name Gabrielle meets Zachary and finds out that they're mates. Gabrielle has never had to make a tougher decision she's sworn to protect him but at what cost?

I'm usually sent to kill someone, but now I'm being sent to protect someone instead. Not just anyone, my mate. But he can't know the reason I'm here and after it's all over I can't stay. But he's determined to keep me here and I'm determined to push him away.

Marcy Davins has been a cat person for as long as she can remember. She doesn't like dogs, let alone wolves. But when the pelt of the Talon pack's missing Alpha shows up on her doorstep, she finds herself under investigation by the charming peacekeeper of Connecticut packs, Sheriff Caelan Harlowe. Marcy doesn't want anything to do with were-people. The sooner they're gone, the better. But when the murderer returns, she finds herself drawn closer and closer to the sheriff despite knowing that at the end of supernatural investigations, humans like her always end up dead. Book One: Dark Side Book Two: Wild Side Book Three: Thorn

She was so out of his league. That's what he thought. He was so out of her league. That's what everyone else thought. Who is this guy? That's what she thought.

❝relax and breathe❞ ❝if only it was that simple❞ a boys p.o.v

17 year old Scarlett Breigh has a pretty bad life. Her mate, is the alpha of her pack and does he hate her? Well she only got rejected and abused for 10 years from him. Not that bad. One day she finally had the courage and knowledge of living as a rogue. She escapes her pack and lives alone. But it's quite surprising when she finds her second mate. The beta of a pack! And the third in command is her brother? She rejects her mate because she was too scared and fragile. But she's even more broken when her mate gets over her. The mystery of the silver wolf is about to hatch open. Follow Scarlett, not on twitter, but in this story of sadness

The sound of a gunshot echoed in my ears. My hands slowly rose, pressing themselves against my stomach. Pain shot through me, just as the bullet had done. I looked down to see my shaking hands coated in my own blood. I cried out, falling harshly to the floor. My eyes began to flutter as I felt my consciousness begin to slip away from me. I knew this was the end, but I didn't mind. Death is easy; life--life is harder. Much harder. This book is pg-13 BUT with some R-rated parts (Sexual Content)

Meet Elizabeth Quinn Robertsdale. Quiet Shy Nerd Girl. Bullied at her old school because she was different. They move to new City and she hopes that everything is different. But She Was Wrong Now meet Rider River Blade. He is the Leader of the Most Dangerous Mafia there is. Read to find Out how these Two Meet and What Happens.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.