When Harlow Banks is close to spiraling into depression, due to her abusive boyfriend, Dez Coventry comes crashing into her life. His ruggedly handsome appearance and mannerisms are alluring however he appears dangerous and mysterious. Can Harlow find love with someone who will not abuse her and instead, make her feel strong, important and safe? Dez has been battling with the voices and screams he hears in the back of his mind ever since he was fifteen years old. A group of his friends and he experienced a tragedy that would prevent their lives from ever being normal again. Twelve years on, he still struggles to refrain from consuming innocent souls and drinking their essence. When he finds a mysterious and beautiful woman who takes the voices, screams and the pain away, he can't help but be drawn to her. However, the closer he gets to Harlow, the more powerful the urge consumes him to devour her soul.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

Apollo. His name alone, simulated after the god who carved multitude numbers of eldritch music and who possessed such unimaginable beauty, induced many wars among our brethren. He is devastatingly handsome- molded by Apollo himself. With piercing eyes green as the emerald lushness masking the immensity of the forest- his domain- he effortlessly captivated us, clutching us at his mercy. They say he's ruthless, damaged beyond repair. They say he smelt like death- the countless numbers of wolves' blood spilled from his marbled hand clinging to him like a shadow of a long forgotten entity. I've been raised to fear him- to run for my life the moment we cross paths; but destiny seemed to have something planned for me. My life was handed to this sinfully beautiful specimen of a beast in exchange for my sister's life. And I'll be finding out if what the rumors says about him is true. 2014.04.27 iheartaitaii

"Zane," he spoke quietly. I looked at him questioningly, noticing that he was watching me intensely. I almost got lost in those golden eyes when I realized what he said. "Your name," I said lamely, "mines Azaila." He smiled at me.

"Submit." The word sounds harsh and passionate. The man acts so bipolar, and it was attractive. "No," I answer, turning my head away from him. Unfortunatley, he uses it as an advantage and brings his lips to my neck, planting small kisses everywhere and leaving a trail burning like fire. I squirm against the wall, biting my lip to keep a moan from escaping. "Luce, darling," he whispers, his hot breath fanning onto my skin. I gasp, "Oh, please!" "Tell me," he demands. I lightly shake my head, denying his request. "Baby," his kisses continue to my jaw. "Give in." I can't stay away any longer, I press my chest into his, and manage the words that will give my mate and I pleasure, "I belong to you in everyway; I'm yours."