"Shh... Just a little bit more," I told her, unable to separate my lips from hers. A smile appeared on her lips as she straightened taller on her tip toes. It had been days since I last had her in my arms. I wasn't letting go just like that. I had this girl; a woman that had me enchanted for all I knew.. Dark brown hair, and green eyes that seemed to be grabbing my soul whenever they looked back in mine. With this girl, the electricity I needed to jump start my heart never stopped. Because, this woman... She was always a mystery to me. No matter how much time I spent with her, she was something new. Something different. Pure, raw, untouched. Each of her words were precious, her laughter -- a remedy, and the feel of her body was what healed me. I saw wildness in her eyes, yet felt gentle passion under her fingers. A heart of flame, a soul that played like mine. I felt those sparks under her every touch, and held her closer each time, knowing that I may not feel it in days, knowing that every minute with this girl was legendary. Knowing that it might be taken away from me.. And just that one kiss was more addictive than any drug known to man. Dear Lord, I couldn't fight against the thoughts that were going through me. Her smell was flooding my senses now... Blurring my head, and tearing me apart with the simple fact that I was letting her go again. Not again.. Lana.. My sin. The girl that had me under her spell, and the one I was ready to die for. The daughter of the Morphers, and on the side of my darkest enemies. The love I vowed to keep safe and risk my life for.. Once again, walking away. And I... I was a fool in love. For them, just another creature of the night. I was the opposition. One of the leaders, yet unable to keep away from our very enemy. The gracious Lana. The fearless princess. The one I was supposed to kill, not cherish and adore. But it was the hunger that brought us together, and the feast that brings us back.

-Was called 'An Alpha's Luna'- A rogue, an ex-warrior, her names Paris Evans, a girl of many things. She gets to become a rogue, once she betrays her Alpha, a huge betrayal, one worth death. But she hadn't given one care when she learned she was becoming rogue, instead she lived up to it. She built an empire off of nothing, she brought a pack together, adding five-hundred more rogues to that pack. She became Alpha. When an Alpha needed help, he needed her. He needed her to get revenge, to get back at her ex-pack. Will she help him? And even if she does.. what will happen after that? - "You're my mate." He whispers looking down at me. "I don't do mates. I have more important things then to listen to a mate." I spit out, walking away. - Is he Alpha of War? Or Alpha of Pain? Find out;)

(DISCONTINUED) Diana Martinez is a nineteen year old sophomore in college with a terribly low self-esteem. To add to her miseries, she is secretly (and hopelessly) crushing over college heartthrob Zac Clayton who has no clue about her existence--or does he? And what happens when one fine day he comes knocking at her door with a queer proposal? Will she go against her instincts and submit to him? NOTE: Story will have mature scenes. I will post a warning at the beginning of the concerned chapters.

[Previously FEATURED] Retail workers have the least chance of being haunted, hurt, or killed. At least, that's what three cashiers assume. When Temple, Marilyn, and Martine meet little Sienna, they find out how wrong they are about job security. Sienna triggers the appearance of the Dark, an elusive Shadow that never leaves. Follow the women down the paths of their surprisingly complicated lives, leading to a dark future for... Temple, as the head of a crime syndicate Marilyn, as the rich housewife Martine, as the political prisoner Everyone meets their end. What part does the Shadow play in shaping who they've become? 1st place winner of the @ProjectRefresh Halloween contest Highest ranking in Horror: #18 Also featured on the reading lists for: @IncarnateMovie @TheExorcistFOX *2024 On the Wattpad Action reading list!

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

{(Wattpad Featured Story)} It's kind of you to pick me up like this. Most people wouldn't take the time to do this sort of thing anymore. I sometimes feel like the world is getting smaller and smaller the more connected things become. That reminds me of a time in my life that nothing seemed to make sense and every step took me closer to uncertainty. Let me tell you a little about myself.

A world ravaged by war; humanity on the brink. A stranger comes from another time. Is he the saviour mankind has been waiting for... or something far darker? When an accident with an experimental Time Machine plunges David Tweed into another dimension, at first he thinks he got lucky. He's alive, and the world in which he finds himself seems remarkably familiar. Soon, however, he begins to realise how strange this world really is, how tangible is the evil that crawls across the shattered landscape. But strangest of all, everyone he meets seems to have been expecting him. How do they know who he is, and just what have they been waiting for him to do? Alan Porter weaves a deceptively simple story of one man's courage in the face of overwhelming odds. Yet Firestorm is also a fiendishly complex puzzle, where time twists in on itself and nothing is ever quite what it seems. *Firestorm: Descent is also available in paperback or Kindle formats from Amazon. (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Firestorm-Descent-Alan-Porter-ebook/dp/B00792I3KQ/) You can also keep up to date with news of new releases, follow me on Twitter, or like my Facebook page. For more information, see alancporter.com. Your support is appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Okie's fifteen. She lives in New York. She's got a few problems: she's failing geography, her dad's a wimp, and her mother, Sumatra, is a stone cold bitch. But things get a lot worse when Sumatra turns into a zombie and eats Okie's dad. Clio, Okie's grandmother, lives in Toronto; but since the zombie apocalypse, Toronto's a lot further away than it used to be. Clio suggests that Okie transport Sumatra across the border, because family is family. But coaching Okie by cellphone isn't easy, and Clio has some zombies of her own to contend with. Luckily she has some garden tools. Naomi Alderman and Margaret Atwood team up for this unusual two-hander. Encompassing love, death, sex, and the meaning of family, The Happy Zombie Sunrise Home will surprise, delight, and convince you of the vital importance of keeping ready supplies of rhubarb and mini-wieners in your freezer at all times. The story unfolds beginning October 24.

The demons that haunt Elliott are turning him slowly insane, and the skeletons in his closet are begging him to play their sick little games. With an abusive mother breathing down his neck and horrifying secrets threatening to spill from his lips, Elliott is trapped. He knows he isn't allowed to love, but suddenly the thought has sparked his interest. Love may save him, but only he can decide who will help fight his demons. (highest rankings) #6 in Mystery/Thriller #1 in Horror *FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER: https://twitter.com/UWbooks

In this horror short, a father and son must come to terms with their tumultuous history, devastating family loss, and a past that will not stay buried. Memories are slippery, violent things and lying to one's self can be deadly.