Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford. ***** Maya has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designer: Ren T. Photographer: Michelle Lancaster Model: Jaxon Human

In the land of Amena, where vampires have taken over and use humans as slaves, lives a girl named Morgan Taylor. Morgan is one of the unfortunate girls who got caught being out at the wrong time. The time where innocent people get taken and sold to a vampire. Will Morgan learn to like her new master or will she be dead before she can even say yes master? Read to find out.

"He was never supposed to touch her. She was never supposed to want him." Alaina Catalina Navarro was never supposed to touch the mafia's crown prince. The daughter of the Don's most loyal staff, she was trained to obey, to blend in, to never be seen. Graziano Vincenzo-- the Don's heir to hell itself--saw her, and once he did, he couldn't stop. Their love is obsession. Their bond is blood soaked. Their enemies? Closer than they think. One kiss started a war. Now there's no turning back.

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"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

"You are MINE." He growls out, trapping me against the cool counter, the spoon immediately falling out of my hands- creating a crash on the floor. His big hard body covers mine like a sweater, His thick blonde hair running against my chin as he dips his head down to my chest. "Who do you belong to?" He whispers in a deathly taunt. Shivers cover my body as I squeeze my brown eyes tight and with all my might, push him off me. He stumbles back a little bit looking up with dark eyes full of lust and anger. "Not you." I reply. My eyes narrowed at his hazel ones, trying to ignore the heat that went off me as he left. "I guess I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson then." His voice coming out deeper then ever. Fear leaks into me as I notice the sly smirk that forms on his face. "This will be fun." He blurts out, before he lunges for me. ~*~ Christmas is for fun and laughter, opening presents, giving, and spending time with your family. Who would of thought I would be spending MY Christmas, the most important day of the year, being kidnapped by a sexy hunk in Santa boxers. Definitely not me.

Raven Bordeaux never liked dealing with people. She liked being encased in her drama free bubble with her few close-knit friends. Though that changed when Clayton Sorenson, the epitome of popular jocks, decided that she was going to help him with his French. The world isn't as crystal clear as we would hope. There are entire worlds hidden behind walls.

WATTPAD FEATURED BOOK Highest Rank: #2 In Werewolf WARNING: NON CLICHE. "Move or I'll put soap in your eyes." I warned, as Ocean continued to block every step of mine. "You're the one who's in MY way... YOU move." He commanded with a hint of amusement in his voice. "If you don't move I'll nipple cripple you..." I threatened making him bring his arms up to cover his chest. "Why would you want to violate mine when I always take good care of yo-" I slapped my hand over his face before the word left his mouth. ---- A pack surrounded by tall walls. No one could come in, no one could get out. An Alpha notorious for using guns instead of claws. Why? No one knows. Since Naya first met Ocean, she knew he's been hiding something from her. What? She was dying to find out. After all, she was an Alpha herself. It was uncommon for two Alpha's to imprint on each other. But, nothing about Ocean and Naya was normal. They had extraordinary secrets and with extraordinary responsibilities. But they must figure out their purpose quickly, before time runs out. Before someone else much more powerful catches up to them. Someone who's been around for centuries. --- ~ Warning: This is a NON CLICHE story that doesn't normal werewolf trope on here. There are no rouges, no cliche packs or pack wars or crazy over brooding Alphas. This is a high fantasy werewolf novel. It will not follow the usual werewolf rules nor is it set in this world.~ Editor: Zoriey and Sweet_Lovexx

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

Max. Maximilian night. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Those eyes. That screams danger that made all women weak in their knees. His tousled jet black hair that promise women a passionate night. His full luscious lips with his signature cold smirk that send business man down on their knees. The multi-billionaire that everyone desires and hated was married....married to me- Jace preston, a nobody, a useless piece of furniture sold for money.