"You make me want to keep dancing, even when the music stops." • • • Ever since her father died of a stroke while she was dancing for him, Fiona has been afraid to dance in front of others. She closed up her talent behind locked doors and only dared to dance to the mirror; There was nobody she could hurt when she was alone. So what happens when the mirror suddenly reveals another person that catches her as she's about to lose footage in a pirouette? Someone who dares her to dance with him, to step outside her comfort zone. Life-happy Adam sees a lost but gifted girl, afraid to show her talent. Her life has been standing still for so long, she's turned into a dancer without movement. So what does he make her do? He makes her pirouette.

"Say one word and I will leave you alone from now on," he murmured, "I won't object." He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch unexpectedly soft on her skin. "But if you're interested, if you want to know more, say so." He let his finger travel down her cheek to her jaw, grazing her throat and leaving a burning trail on her body, and Cora parted her lips to breathe out a reply. "Please?" "Please what?" Harry asked, whispering into her ear, way closer to her than he'd ever been before. "Do you want me to take you to the deep end?" • • • When Cora meets Harry, the enigmatic owner of the Fair, she's thrown into a world of magic and mystery. Between royal intrigues, blooming wars and a whirlwind romance, she must find out who she truly is and where her loyalties lie - but she must be fast, because it won't be long before she'll be put to the test. Now she must ask herself, what is she willing to give up in order to follow the path before her? And is Harry truly the perfect man she's always believed him to be, or is there more to him than meets the eye? 29/11/21 #39 in harry 14/12/21 #118 in fiction

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

He is without a pack, He is without a mate, And he is without a wolf, He is the sanctuary of brutality, a slaughter that waits for its turn. He is Killian, the beast built with strength, power, and chaos that yearns for a reign, not of an Alpha, but of a King meant to rule a bigger land. He is not a werewolf, but he is more. Mystery lies beneath his skin as the entirety of him becomes the root of all havoc, a weapon of war that is greater than the Moon can ever accomplish and beyond what she can create. But beneath the power he harbors, lay a weakness that he can never oppose, Valerie. {TW: Violence, Death, Sex} Completed: October 5, 2020 (UNEDITED)

Eton often said that Frankie Carrozza was dangerous. But of course he was dangerous: he was a teenaged boy, after all.

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

When Vika gets kicked out of her flat, she moves in with her friend under one condition--she must babysit Cleo--the friend's best man's cat! She doesn't expect Cleo's owner to be the cold but delectably sexy Noel. And it turns out they'll be spending a lot of time together... ***** Self-proclaimed unambitious Vika is down on her luck. She's been fired from her job, kicked out of her apartment, and now she finds herself on her best friend's fiance's couch facing writer's block and a dreary future. To top it all off, she has to earn her keep by taking care of her friends' best man's cat. Vika's their maid of honour, so she can't exactly say no to such a simple request, especially when the best man in question is the drop-dead gorgeous Noel. Soon, sparks fly between Noel and Vika, but their chemistry is put to the test as wedding duties get underway. Can they keep the fire burning long enough not to make a scene at their friends' wedding? [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro