"Get out." A voice suddenly boomed coming down the stairs, Rachel. What is she doing here? I thought Hunter had banished her. "Rachel." I whispered as soon as she was now face to face with me. "Babe." That voice. That deep alluring voice I had miss so much. I couldn't help but smile when I saw him walking down the stairs. He was walking towards us and once he reached me, I was going to throw my arms around him that is until he threw his arms around Rachel giving her a lingering kiss on her lips which only made my lips burned. My jaw droped and Rachel's lips smirked glaring at me. What the fuck is going on? "Hunter!" I yelled. Pulling him away from Rachel, Hunter glared at me with cold emotionless eyes. I didn't or couldn't see an ounce of sympathy towards his mate. "TY." He spoke my name coldly, "What are you doing here?" Is this some sort of joke. He asks me what I'm doing here? I thought since we never seen each other for a month he would be glad to see me, instead I find him lip locking with another she-wolf. "What the hell is this?" I growled. "What is what?" He asked confused. "Don't play stupid Hunter, this. You are kissing Rachel in front of me, your mate." Hunter chuckled, "My mate? You must be mistaken but Rachel is my mate."

When our lips meet, fire spreads out through my body. It's not a gentle kiss. It's a desperate one, compounded by months of longing and pain. My hands tangle in his hair as his roam my body. Everywhere he touches me, I feel an electric tingle. Wanting to be closer to him, I slip my hand under his shirt to trace his sculpted chest and the planes of his stomach. He shivers in response and helps me slide the shirt up and over his head. Our contact is broken only for the barest second, which is still too long for me. I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands slide under my shirt to rest on my hips and pull me flush against him. I kiss him fiercely, all the pent up longing I've felt driving me to press myself as close to him as possible. River is only too happy to respond to my intensity, kissing me back just as passionately. One second, we're kneeling on the bed. The next, he's flipped us over so that I'm lying underneath him, exactly where I want to be. Hoping for a life change after her mother's death, shy Brooklyn Hale moves from a small town in Oregon to Colorado to attend one of the most elite boarding schools in the country, Eastwood Academy. There, she meets notorious bad boy River St. Claire. Against her better judgment, Brooklyn finds herself drawn to him, even though from the moment they meet, Brooklyn and River cannot seem to go a day without clashing. She knows she should stay away, but his magnetic pull and deep green eyes haunt her thoughts and consume her desires. When a school project forces Brooklyn and River to work together, it seems like they might finally overcome their rough start. At first, Brooklyn is overjoyed, but when more of River's past comes to light, Brooklyn realizes that she's falling into a whirlwind vortex of secrets and drama. River might be starting to steal her heart, but will he break it? Instagram - rose_sky_miller Tik tok - rose.sky.miller

I cursed myself. I was in love with him. My heart hammered inside my chest, as I repeated the words. I was in love with him. I could feel my mind scrambling to defend itself, but it didn't. I was in love with him. I was. I had spent so much time trying to hate him I had looked past the obvious. I was in love with Dezmond Collins. He just killed a man right in front of me, and I was still clutching onto him never wanting him to let me go. I lost everything because of him, my family, my life, everything. I was completely aware of him murdering innocent women and children, and yet I was also completely aware how much I didn't care. I was pathetic. I knew how much of a monster he was, but here I was falling head over heels. I was becoming infatuated with his very existence, and I hated myself for it. I hated him. I repeated those words to myself. I hate Dezmond Collins. Even I could hear how much of a lie that was. How could I ever love something like him? He was a monster. He was a ruthless, cold monster. What part of ruthless monster did my mind not understand? Every part of my body was warm being in his arms, yet my mind was screaming at me to stop. My mind was telling me how stupid I was being. I can't possibly begin to love a monster. He would never love me. He can't love, anyone or anything, so why am I getting my hopes up only to have them completely crushed? "Kendal" I was pulled out of my bubble of over-thinking, I looked up at him. "Are you going to let me go?" he asked me sounding irritated. I should. I should let everything go, I should leave here as soon as possible. I should run away and never return. Because I'm falling in love with a monster. My breath caught in my throat at the realization. I knew it was true no matter how much I denied it. No matter how much I avoided it. I knew how right I was. I was falling in love with Dezmond Collins. *Warning: This story is really frustrating but its worth it in the end*

"So you think you know me?" I took a step back, afraid of what he would do. However, I didn't lower my gaze. I wouldn't be afraid of him, I couldn't. "What, Damian? Do you think you scare me?" I questioned, giving him a defiant look. He laughed humorlessly. It was threatening. It was out of control. I should have been scared. I should have been terrified. Instead, I grew my woman balls for the hundredth time since I had been working here, and pressed my lips to his. ********** Eliana Cruz is everything a young woman should be. Through the hard times that she's lived through, her happiness remains untouched. That is, until she meets Damian Novax, one of the most proclaimed lawyers in the country. He is not the man that he appears to be. Will he pretend to be something he isn't with her? Or will he allow Eliana to see the man below the surface? Cover Credit to: @AutumnWinters221

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

"Aries." A name that sent chills down the spines of every man that lived to tell. He's charming for sure, has a twinkle in his eyes that can only be described as warmth hotter than sunlight on amber, but don't let that glimmer fool you. For the warmth of his eyes are of a power hungry man. A man who's thirst for blood reigned over empires for centuries before and more centuries to come. Because he was no man. He was a beast. The strongest and most feared beast of all. Pack leaders pleaded at his feet. He killed to feel alive. Feeding on the blood of the defenseless, with no heart. Some say the moon goddess was cross with him and never blessed him with a mate. For who could be a mate to a monster? ~ He was the sun, and she was the moon. Soaring too close, she burned into a thousand flames.☯ ~ Rated R [Read at your own risk] Do not copy my book or i'll report you! Rank #1 in Werewolf.

When Jodie moved to the big city with her best friend after years of sexual abuse from her older brother, she thinks things are looking up when she gets one of the best PR jobs in London. Deciding to celebrate, she goes out for one last wild night with her best friend Ryan to the biggest and most notorious casino in town - home to the entire East End Gangland. She's bowled over by the enigmatic, stunningly beautiful Cayden Gates, and follows her old habits for one last orgasmic time before waking up on Monday morning as a responsible adult with a brand new, glittering career, by enjoying a night of burning hot lust and passion with the sexy stranger, and bailing before he wakes up alone in the cold bed. So, after the hangover wears off, and she strolls into the office Monday morning, imagine her surprise when the mysterious stranger just happens to be a Mr. Cayden James Gates - founder and Managing Director of CJ Industries - and he's more than a little intrigued by his beautiful new payroll, even though she is about as responsive as an icicle - especially when she realises that the one thing you can't run from is your shadow, and her family ties start to choke her. Will she overcome her demons to step back into temptation with an open heart, or is he a serpent in a brand new Eden? And as the stakes climb higher, how willing will he be to fight for her without his own dark secrets stepping out from behind the curtains?

Please...don't hurt me! I just want to go home!" I yelled at the large humaniod creature that was standing by the fire pit. My side hurt, I was bleeding out, everything was starting to go blurry from the blood loss and I saw the creature cock it's head, a soft clicking noise came from behind the emotionless mask. "You can't leave" the voice was rough and deep...fear shot through me. My eyes got big and I stared at him with despair and fear, those were the words that I did not want to hear, least of all from him. "W-why?" It was quiet as we stared at each other, at last he spoke...but it wasn't what I was expecting. "Because...you're mine"

"She's shy," Brooke shrugged, glancing at Indianna who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in the classroom. "Well, come on, I don't bite," Greyson urged and Indianna stiffened, just like before. "Don't talk about that," Indianna said, her voice was still quiet but it was firm. "Struck a nerve have I?" Greyson wondered and smirked. "Somebody likes it kinky." * Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one, the shy one. She was always the one that stayed in the background. She blended in, never got noticed. She liked it like that. So when she's forced to move schools, she is not happy. Everyone notices a new kid, she didn't want that attention. Especially not from Mr Bad Boy who seemed to be very interested in her. COMPLETE ! Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf Sequel: Defeated Prequel: Confident *This is being edited*

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*