In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Warning: This story is going to be R-Rated and will be made private when that happens, so you must be a followed/fan to read it. 18+ only "Look kid, I don't get this, and you have somewhere more important to be, so why don't we just call it quits?" Charlotte stood up gather her things to make a move when his arm reached out and caught her wrist halting her. She tried shrugging it off, but his grip was as strong as his piercing eyes as they hardened on her. "Firstly," he stood up towering over her height making her feel insignificant, which was weird not many people made her feel short, she was short but running around with her brother and his friends she never felt this short. "I am older than you, so calling me kid makes no sense," Charlotte held back a scoff as he stepped towards her but then leaned back sitting on the desk, one leg propped up on seat and then pulled her closer surprising her. "Secondly, the only important thing to be doing right now is you,"

Rowan Platts is addicted to success. When she's presented with the chance to work on a top secret project fronted by her idol, renowned virologist Dr. Margot Miller, Rowan signs her life away without second thought. The realization she's gotten in over her head comes only after the subject of their study is revealed: a boy with a bad attitude and an uninhibited taste for human blood. He's a medical anomaly. Having the ability to crush metal with his bare hands and hear a heartbeat from across the room, it would make Rowan's career if she was the one to discover what made him so unusual. Easier said than done, with a subject who prefers snapping necks over answering questions.

It's not a game - it's business. Maddox is the sole founder of an elite, private assassination service housed in the walls of Club Triple X. Only those worthy are allowed to sign on the dotted line, and those who aren't - well... Running that kind of service for high profile clients isn't easy, and it requires a person with a certain nature, a special kind of mind-set. Maddox is one of a kind. Professional, precise, punctual. Conniving, cunning, cut-throat and bat-shit fucking crazy. It isn't until there's talk of a breach in confidentiality that Maddox meets a client with a strange, unhealthy and obsessive fascination with their line of work. And Maddox. Sex, murder and business are what Maddox knows, and what Maddox excels at. This new client will experience at least two of those things first hand, and if they continue fucking about in business, Maddox isn't sure which two that'll be. Enter the world of Club XXX: Three men. One club. Their rules. Warning: 18+ EXTREME DARK THEMES. STRONG ADULT/SEXUAL CONTENT. The XXX Series: MAXIM by Lana_sky MILTON by Lydia161290

"You're a monster," I spat out. He turned around, his green eyes glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill then I'm sure I would have been dead by now. "Well you're a fucking bitch and you can't deny it. You know why, because you're in love with a monster." *.*. Daniel Collins was a monster and everyone knew that. Meeting him would be everyone's nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murdered like it was an everyday chore and never once did he show an emotion other than hatred. Rosalynn Richards was an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. Unfortunately, fate can't help but pair them together. Will Rose be able to get her happy ending? Will she be able To Love a Monster?

Caroline King's dad is gone. She's depressed. She's consumed in grief and guilt. She's drowning underneath it all. And then suddenly, she is very literally drowning in the ocean, and then she finds herself encouraging the water to keep abusing her, encouraging it to keep her down in the water. She's drowning and she's okay with it. Until her plan of drowning is foiled when a boy jumps into the sea and saves her. And he's got some secrets of his own, and he's not going to share those anytime soon. It's up to Caroline to figure those out all on her own.

Kat Miller has worked at her aunt's bakery since she was old enough to wield a rolling pin, then hanging out at her favorite bookstore afterwards. Without a social life to speak of, and a secret obsession with all things vampire, Kat's life isn't exactly Gossip Girl material. Naturally, waiting on line at the midnight release of the next Vampyre's Crossing book is the highlight of her year - even if it means getting in line behind an obnoxious hottie, who claims to be a thousand year old matchmaker. So what's a sexy cursed demigod to do when he discovers the only woman in all the worlds capable of taming the wild immortal captain of Wolfgard is elbow deep in cake batter? Why, the obvious - he drops her onto the unsuspecting captain's lap. Literally. Is one month long enough for Aiden to convince Kat he is the man of her dreams and her true love? It will be so long as Des has anything to say about it! **Amazing Cover Art created by the super talented @NightRose154** Warrior's Touch Copyright © Wendy Nelson 2014 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author. **All images, videos, photos, songs and lyrics belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement or violation is intended by their use.**

Sahara lives in a society without men-a flawless utopia; at least, that's what everyone keeps telling her. But Sahara knows perfection comes at a cost, and she's spent her entire life acting the part of a warden's obedient daughter. She is expected to follow her mother's footsteps, to become a warden of the incarcerated men, known as Brutes. But when Sahara comes face to face with a real-life Brute, she realizes he is nothing like the government's terrifying and revolting depictions. Desperate to know why, Sahara makes a deal: she will keep his secret, but only if he answers some questions. The terrifying relationship between prosecutor and subject slowly morphs into a dangerous love, one that distorts the laws of right and wrong. When suspicions grow high and the Brute's life is in jeopardy, Sahara is faced with the ultimate dilemma: to save herself or her forbidden love.

[Completed] Every Wolf Moon, humans are selected from each village to be sacrificed to the werewolves; creatures worshipped by humans as godlike figures. In a twist of fate, seventeen year old Mila Young is selected to be the annual sacrifice for the Trinity pack, the most powerful pack ruled by King Alpha Roman Stone. Alpha Roman and all werewolves under his rule are cursed. His hatred for the humans and his war on the deity Moon Goddesses has caused his kind to lose the favor of their blessings. However, when Mila reveals herself to have a connection to the werewolves unlike anything a human has ever had before, it becomes apparent that she may be the key to ending the suffering of Roman and his wolves... if only he can overcome the lifelong hatred that clouds his mind and darkens his heart. Excerpt: "You smell like wolf," The King Alpha declared, his voice low and angry. "I killed one," I both explained the smell and threatened at the same time. "And you think you can kill me? You think you can take my pack?" I glanced around at all the lycans still in their wolf forms, bowing obediently towards me. Could I take all of them on? I doubted it. I didn't even think I'd get this far. I didn't even know what was going on. When I turned back to the King Alpha, he was significantly closer. "Stay back!" I cried out in fear. The power flared within me once more, lifting whimpers from around me. The King Alpha hesitated again, his eyes skating over me with confusion. He took a deep breath, sniffing the air around me as he hadn't yet gotten any closer. "You smell like... my mate." {{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}} Rankings: #1 in Lycans #1 in wolf