"Here's the thing about us. Demons. Never. Die." ~°~°~°~ Her blank and emotionless stare is what catches his attention. A face that says she's the monster under your bed. Elijah is a survivalist. Fitting any role he needed. He's seen and done things that can never leave his conscience. And then he meets her, a demon in human skin. His dark sea colored eyes catch hers, they speak words she's only uttered in her darkness. Words others are to scared to say. Head of the Risen Demons Gang Ares is all too familiar with Houston's shadows to the city lights. She rules the north and east side of her city, a Queen in crime. With one blank stare she's in control, until she meets a man she can't scare away. ~°~°~°~ "Why aren't you looking at me?" "Becuase if I do, you'll see the monster everyone runs from" "I won't run" "You should" ~°~°~°~ ©Copyright all rights reserved Property of HecateTheGreat

Greece. 7th century B.C. She's bathed in silk and gold. Her beauty beyond compare. Her combat skills even better then Artemisia herself. A god is what she's called, and a god she is. Ruthless. Deadly. And Powerful. She's the moon goddess's greatest creation, a Lycan stronger than any, faster than all and feared by every monster you could ever know. Only, He didn't run. He doesn't cower in fear. She Didn't scare him, and for whatever reason she didn't want to. In a world of Lycans and werewolves, animal instinct drive her, and her monster will force him to her will. She's the Lycan Queen And The Queen Always Gets What She Wants. That is, unless he fights back and bends her to his will. ~♡~♡~♡~ !!Sneak Peek!! "Ambrosia holds him, his body half submerged in the water and her eyes connecting with the healing torn flesh of his shoulder. She keeps him down as she lowers herself to his wound, her tongue grazing over his dripping blood and gaping skin. Nicandros fights against the heat of her tongue and the feel of her body pressed against him. His canines are shown as he growls and tries to bite onto whatever he can, but her position withholds him from any attack. He felt her tongue trace the bite marks, her lips grazing over the open flesh, slowly tracing down to his chest and licking the few Wounds that had yet to heal." ~°~°~°~°~ *Please be warned that this book contains strong sexual content* This story is NOT completed yet. Updated every 2 weeks. <3 ~°~°~°~°~ #1 in Likeagirl 8/2/19 #2 in wattywolves 8/7/19 #53 in warrior 8/8/19 #36 in Ruthless 8/7/19 #21 in deadly 8/8/19

"Only the Strong Survive Boxing Academy" ~~~ Laelia is not one for words. With uncontrollable anger, her fists are almost always the ones to do the talking. But when her fists are finally able to get her into too much trouble, off she goes to a disciplinary school. Boxing Academy. An academy for those who don't mind breaking the rules. Hot prodigy Major West has had a lifetime of strict rules and military living. Not wanting to commit to a military school, Major took the easy way and fought his way to the top of Boxing Academy. But in his final year, reining as the #1 boxing champion isn't on his mind. And Laelia likes a challenge, especially one who has a figure that looks like its been carved from stone and a voice as deep and mellow as a daring strong bowed orchestra. Music to her ears. ｡o°✥✤✣ 　　 ✣✤✥°o｡ Started - April 2016 Ended - N/A #420 in Teen Fiction 4/15/16 #1 in likeagirl 4/3/19 #86 in boxing 8/5/19