Sequel to 'The Bite.' *You need to read 'The Bite' first before you read 'The Rise,' otherwise you're going to be very lost down this rabbit hole. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It takes more than a bite. Charlotte has gone from being a broken human to a strong she-wolf and a damn Thorne, but now she and her mate, are standing on the edge of deliverance or doom as they grapple with a revelation that changes everything. They have to move fast to protect the ones they love, protect their pack, and most of all each other; but will it be enough? Will they rise to the occasion or fade into ash as the fires of failure lick them up? There's will be blood. There will be your two favorite vampires and a lot of good food. There will be ass beatings, twists, turns, and whole lotta Levi. It's either rise or fall, and this time, it's going to take more than a bite to save them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Highest Ranking in Werewolf: #22

"I am not searching for peace only the version of me that remembers how to breathe." Broken is a collection of thoughts, fragments, and feelings a quiet unraveling of a soul learning to live again. It is not a love story. It's a becoming story. For everyone who has ever been whole, and then wasn't.

This is my first time writing. If you would like me to write more, make sure to let me know by commenting, hitting the star, following, and starting conversations with me! I tried to close my legs. "Wait! Stop! I'm still too sensitive." He slapped my pussy. "What's my name?" If it was possible, I got even more wet. "Sir, it's sir." As I tried to close my legs, his large, veiny hands forced them open. "You fucking slut. Next time address me correctly. Whores don't get pleasure. As for this pathetic pussy, I do what I want with it. You're all mine." --------------------------------------- Reviews: "I love it I love it I love it I love it!!" "The main character is sexy af" "I'm fucking bouncing off the walls! I can't wait for more!" "I loved it!"

This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!

Kinsley Wright didn't come from money, but her friendship with Mafia princess, Adriana Romano, flung her into a lavish world that was luxurious and intimidating all wrapped into one. When she gains the attention of wealthy mafia bad boys, Dane Moretti and Tyson Santoro, her world is knocked off it's axis and seems to stop turning all together. As her feelings grow for both deliciously dangerous men, Kinsley feels forced to choose between them, but what if she doesn't have to? What if they are ready and willing to share her...to make her theirs?

[COMPLETED] [UNEDITED] Athena Vasilios had just figured out that her parents had been leaders of the Italian Mafia. Unfortunately, they've passed away and passed it down onto her. Athena isn't ready in any way to lead a mafia, as she's just getting used to everything. When Grayson Alvarez, the leader of the Spanish Mafia, steps in and offers to help her, he doesn't expect to fall in love with her along the way. He's a ruthless murderer who wouldn't hesitate to shoot if they were in his way. So why is he hesitating for Athena? He shouldn't let her see him without his mask, he shouldn't let her help him with his wounds, he shouldn't let her sleep in his own bed and walk around in his t-shirts. He shouldn't. But he can't help it. He feels this growing attraction towards her and he can't fathom why. But why does Grayson feel the need to want more? He needs more. And he will stop at nothing until he's hers. - "I'll take all her pain away. Make her dreams come true. And I'll continue to love this girl with every fiber in my body. I'm addicted to a drug that I didn't even know existed, and I never want to let go." - Grayson Alvarez.

Athena can't have him. He's her brother's best friend who has a tainted past. She hasn't seen him in over four years all because of a drama that she knows nothing about. She decides to take the matter into her own hands and heads down to his college with a plan. As much as she thought her brother would be the main reason for her not getting to see him in the past four years, she's shocked to find out who really is behind it. ✾✾✾✾✾ "Keith just wants me to be happy. I'm sure he would be okay if we started seeing each other." "You know your brother better than me, but I also know that friends dating their friends sisters, is a big no-no." "But what if he was okay with us seeing each other?" I ask. He smirks. "Don't tease me." ✾✾✾✾✾ #2 daddy #2 domsub #3 goodgirlturnedbad #9 kinky *This book is rated mature.

| 18+ | Completed | • • • "Did you wax that p*ssy for me? Make it nice and smooth?" • • • River Ballas has a talent for one thing: Cooking. Well two things, if you count harboring a secret fixation on someone- a talent. Vance Lawson was her secret. Her roommate's cold and asshole-ish older brother was not supposed to be in her mind as she laid in bed at night, wondering how skilled his hands really are. And he - definitely - wasn't supposed to be on her culinary school schedule listed as the teacher in room D32.

Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

"Karma..." He muttered. I looked over at him as he smiled to himself. "Is a bitch. And so are you!" I joked. Aiden glanced up at me and glared before he smashed a spoonful of ice cream onto my face, rubbing cheek to cheek, down to my chin then up to my forehead. I just sat there, paralyzed. "Try calling me that again." He joked back, leaning forward so our faces were a few inches apart. I huffed, grabbed a napkin to wipe my face off. Only to fake him out so it seemed I wasn't going to strike. But when he wasn't paying attention, I flung a spoonful of ice cream onto his face. It hit him on the nose and eye. I broke out laughing, moaning lightly as my ribs protested in pain. But it was too funny. Aiden took the ice cream in his mouth when it slid down to his lips. "Hmmm. Cookie dough." His eyes gleamed with lust and humor. "You look handsome with ice cream on your face!" I giggled, reaching over to clean it. He stayed still, obviously liking my actions as he purred again. Summer had a dream: To major in photography and travel around the world with her sister. Problem? She has an abusive father that won't give her up for the live of him. And when she meets Aiden, the leader of a pack sworn to kill rouges(which Summer and her family are) and becomes his mate, the trouble doubles. In love, what will Summer do? Stay tuned.