I opened my eyes I was surrounded by trees and a pool it was dark and cold where am I Iifted my body but I was weak what happened to me I looked down and I was naked and as I surveyed my wounds I noticed a deep gash in my leg and a deep cut near my ribs. All I could think about is that I couldn't remember anything that happen previously I could even think of my name . Who the hell am I ? I noticed an older hispanic woman with a mop coming and cleaning tools coming towards me but I couldn't move I was laying in a pool of blood my injuries was pretty severe I should be dead but I'm not. From the angle I was laying she couldn't see me I tried to keep my harsh breathing to a minimum. But just then my body decided to betray me and i started coughing up a silver liquid. Is that my blood? It looked like she heard me because she started to come near me franticly I tried to move away but it was too late she had already seen me I wasn't fast enough under the circumstances. She came up to me and screamed oh my god in perfect Spanish then she asked what happened to me i told her I didnt know I spoke Spanish what the living hell. I looked at my skin and felt my hair Im black or really nicely tanned okay that im happy about she told me to come with her and for some reason I new she was a good woman who wouldn't hurt me. I could feel her energy it felt good I could hear her heartbeat racing but I knew she was telling the truth when she told me everything was going to be okay that she would take me to a hospital. She wrapped me in a blanket she found in the back seat of her what seemed to be older car. She drove through traffic for what seemed like hours until I finally dozed off. I woke up to the sound of loud whispering my head was pounding I could hear someone breathing but I could only feel one person but I could hear two voices. My head was throbbing too hard to tell what they were saying. When I looked down my wounds were dressed I was perfectly healed. Who are thes

Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. But when identities are revealed and secrets are exposed, will Keeley's feelings remain? Available in bookstores now! Look for it under its new title, TEXTROVERT.

Nova can't escape the rich town of Riverside, where a tragedy follows her every step, but she can work to uncover who's been lying to her all these years. ***** When seventeen-year-old Nova Nightingale returns to her late mother's hometown the last thing she expects is to be public enemy number one, but the rumors surrounding her mother's sudden disappearance fifteen years earlier follow Nova everywhere she goes. And to top it all off, the local rich boy, Isaac Royal, is adamant about making her life hell. Surrounded by rumors, lies, and a secret keeping the town on edge, Nova has to figure out why she's hated and why the boy hell-bent on making her suffer seems to be the only person she can trust. Content/Triggering Warning: this story contains themes of suicide and violence [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

I cursed myself. I was in love with him. My heart hammered inside my chest, as I repeated the words. I was in love with him. I could feel my mind scrambling to defend itself, but it didn't. I was in love with him. I was. I had spent so much time trying to hate him I had looked past the obvious. I was in love with Dezmond Collins. He just killed a man right in front of me, and I was still clutching onto him never wanting him to let me go. I lost everything because of him, my family, my life, everything. I was completely aware of him murdering innocent women and children, and yet I was also completely aware how much I didn't care. I was pathetic. I knew how much of a monster he was, but here I was falling head over heels. I was becoming infatuated with his very existence, and I hated myself for it. I hated him. I repeated those words to myself. I hate Dezmond Collins. Even I could hear how much of a lie that was. How could I ever love something like him? He was a monster. He was a ruthless, cold monster. What part of ruthless monster did my mind not understand? Every part of my body was warm being in his arms, yet my mind was screaming at me to stop. My mind was telling me how stupid I was being. I can't possibly begin to love a monster. He would never love me. He can't love, anyone or anything, so why am I getting my hopes up only to have them completely crushed? "Kendal" I was pulled out of my bubble of over-thinking, I looked up at him. "Are you going to let me go?" he asked me sounding irritated. I should. I should let everything go, I should leave here as soon as possible. I should run away and never return. Because I'm falling in love with a monster. My breath caught in my throat at the realization. I knew it was true no matter how much I denied it. No matter how much I avoided it. I knew how right I was. I was falling in love with Dezmond Collins. *Warning: This story is really frustrating but its worth it in the end*

-Highest Ranking: No.15 in Wattpad's Werewolf Genre - Placed first in its genre in the 2018 Universe Awards -Placed first in its genre in the 2018 Titan Awards - Won the People's Choice Award for its genre in the 2018 Phoenix Awards - Placed first in its genre in the 2018 Royalty Awards {Prequel to War} Many young she-wolves have dreamed of meeting their mate, the one who would sweep them off their feet, at least that was what they were told. Sapphire Nightborne once dreamed of the same thing until she met hers, a true monster. Instead of marks of love, he left whip marks , words of love were replaced with those of hate. "Congratulations Damien, you finally broke me." Join her as she struggles to be the master of her own fate. Lovely cover done by @-wanderes (Wattpad)

Book One in the My Mate Series - "Elijah," Alexander calls in this terrifying voice. I know it's dangerous but I ignore him, I keep my eyes shut and continue to rock myself back and forth, my hands blocking my ears. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to see those black orbs. "Look at me." He demands, his voice depicting his rage. "No," I whisper. "Look at me or I swear, I will do it!" He shouts. I'm not completely sure what 'it' is but I'm sure it has to do with death. Although the poor kid probably wants exactly that. I want that for him right now. It must be a lot less painful than what he's probably going through. Slowly, I reluctantly remove my hands from my ears and pick up my head from my knees, I open my eyes gazing up at him. As soon as I do - I wish I hadn't. Because as soon as I do Alexander snaps his neck. I gasp, tears sliding down my cheeks even faster than they were before. My mate is a monster. "I told you." He laughs, "I am a monster. And guess what?" He pauses, as if daring me to say something, "I don't intend on changing for anyone and especially not you." - Copyright © Mbalii *NOT man x man. *Completed.