Lexi Harris has been mute for over a year now, she hasn't said a word, not a sound. When she moves to a small city in Maine, with her parents, she has to learn from being homeschooled all her life to be one the newest attraction at a new school. Her family are a family of Beta's, her past Alpha died suddenly with no heir, for he was a young alpha, the Luna told the pack to go find new packs. Lexi's father got a new job in Maine so when they moved there her mother looked at the closest schools and one of the schools, very well hidden and remote, was a Werewolf school, humans come to the school too though. How will Lexi figure out how to tell people what happened without speaking, she's turning 18 in a few weeks will she finally met her mate?

MATURE ONE-SHOT: If you were wondering what went on in Ashton West's (of The Escort) pretty little head, wonder no more. Please note that this story contains explicit content and is intended for a mature audience. You don't have to have read The Escort first but think of this as the prequel of that story.

Dirty imagines just for you ;)

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

Being immortal and an Avenger has it's perks. Although the bullets and stab wounds hurt as much as any normal being, (Y/N) (L/N) could handle anything. Until the God of Mischief showed up. After being held prisoner for long months, Loki finally agreed to try out the 'hero thing' and join The Avengers, but he doesn't expect to encounter his worst enemy along the way--feelings. Through the ups and downs, these two God-like beings decide to get to know each other better in the worst possible ways, only for it to end in an unforgettable defeat. {Mature Content}

❀ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S EDITORS' PICKS LIST ❀ [The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.] "What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?" The way to wound my heart is through my pride. The bastard knew that. But the look in Hans' eyes told me this wasn't a game to get me all riled up. "If your office ethics involve you getting into Tim's pants, then why don't I get to play too?" His hands flew down to my legs, tickling the bare skin on my legs and shocking me into stillness when I felt him pull up the corners of my dress till they were bunched up at my waist. "You can't," I breathlessly whispered as he forced my legs apart. One hand sauntered up to my neck, resting at my collarbone while the other snaked between my legs, parting my thighs until he had all of me resting at the tip of his fingers. "Is this cause of him," he growled, his finger dipping into my heat just slightly, circling the entrance, "or me?" He sounded so needing, so deprived. It turned me on knowing that I was the one making him feel this way, that despite being the one thrown up against a wall, I had the ultimate power over this man. "It's...It's you." I gulped and met his eyes. "It's all you." ● What happens when an unstoppable, hard-hitting business woman meets an unmovable, chauvinist, and utterly exhausting heir to a multi-million empire? Disaster, of course. For Tris, Hans Castellan proves to be more than a challenge of the heart and of the body. For Hans, Tris Henderson turns out to be a woman worth fighting for, despite a rocky start and more than a few broken hearts. Then again, no one said closing this deal would be easy. ● © Beatrice Manuel, All Rights Reserved