"I want you." With a touch as light as a feather, Cillian hooked a thick finger under her chin to get a better look at her face. "Look at me." Slowly, her eyes cracked open, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a warning. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him- I mean, really looked at him. His golden eyes were as direct, not even blinking as much as the average person. They glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the blinds, bringing an inhuman shine to them. A satisfied smile stretched across his lips until his prominent canines made an appearance. A finger tugged on the collar of her shirt and dragged it down- just enough to reveal the mark that was imprinted forever on her delicate neck. "Do remember what this means?" It was this speech, this deep, heavy voice of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes fell and she shook her head. His hand caught somewhere behind her neck and base of her jaw to tilt her head back so her eyes met his. "I think you do." He persisted. His other hand came up to lightly brush the hair back away from her face. "What are we, hmm?" His fingers trailed down the curves of her body until they settled on her hips to gently tug her closer, pulling a sharp inhale from her. With their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync, and butterflies fluttering in both of their stomachs, she peeked up at him once more. A shudder shot down her spine as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath fanning against the mark. "C'mon, say it." He breathily taunted. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "we're mates." - ranks - #1 new story #1 wolf # 2 alpha

He runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with. You're mine. Without me, you're nothing." What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters buried deep in the basement begin scratching the walls and howling her name in the night? Why does her mother force big yellow pills down her throat, saying it's for the best? Why isn't she allowed in the basement? Who's in the basement? What's in the basement? Who is the little boy with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, crying for his mother? Tick tock, Monique. The monsters are crawling up the basement. And they're coming for you.

I'm standing in the gateway to the larger ballroom, almost too far away for my weak eyes to see the three figures that glide onto the stage. The King and Queen walk side by side until they come to their thrones, the Prince walking about five feet behind and moving towards the smaller throne to the King's left. The King and Queen sit down on their thrones in unison. The Prince doesn't. Even I can see the way his shoulders are bristling, a sort of confused wonder dawning on his face. And I would swear he is looking directly at me. //// Lee Collins wants to help her sister, Lucy. She has a vision of a future away from their dad, where Lucy could be healthy and they would have some chance of happiness. When Lee's only friend helps her sneak into the royal ball on the minuscule chance that an attending doctor would be willing to help, Lee ends up fleeing the party early, chased by none other than her mate. Lee finds herself locked in from all sides, desperate to escape the suffocating implications of a mate but frantic to fight for a future for her sister that she still believes possible. Working in the Royal Palace to save escape money is a terrible idea when you have a controlling father, but it's an even worse idea when the mate that you're avoiding is the Prince. //Marked Mature just in case for violence. general trigger warning. Some chapters may be triggering for abuse and anxiety//

Es sollte der beste Sommer aller Zeiten werden: Eine sechswöchige Tour mit meinem Chor, durch sechs große Städte in Europa. Klingt unglaublich, oder? Das dachte ich auch, bis mir einfiel, wer mitfahren würde: Kurt Matthews, mein unausstehlicher, nervender Erzfeind. Oh welch Freude. © 2014-2015

Sieben Minuten im Himmel mal anders. Tate Hastings küsst einen ihr fremden Jungen in einer Kammer. Beide tragen Augenbinden und haben nur einen einfachen Filzstift, um sich damit erkenntlich zu geben. Die Suche nach dem geheimnisvollen Jungen kann also beginnen. Wären da nicht noch Leo Knight und Levin King. Ein Herzensbrecher und ihr Herzensbrecher. cover by @wahrheitsgetreue [ ] @ashbeern [x]

[Harry Potter Fanfiction] Zeitreise-Fanfiction, in der Hermine aus Versehen im Jahr 1944, zur Schulzeit von Voldemort, landet. Zusammen mit dem damals jungen Dumbledore arbeitet sie daran, wieder in die Zukunft zurückkehren zu können - und lernt nebenbei interessante Dinge über Menschen, die sie für Monster gehalten hat. Kann es ihr gelingen, in der Vergangenheit die Zukunft zu retten? ✧ Teil 3 meiner Reue-Serie Die Beziehung zwischen Tom und Hermine hat Formen angenommen, die sie sich nie hätte Träumen lassen. Dieser junge Lord Voldemort scheint sie besser zu verstehen als je ein Mensch zuvor, und sie sieht in ihm mehr denn je einen einfachen Menschen. Dennoch hat sie keine andere Wahl, als ihn zu verlassen. Ihre Entscheidung wurde getroffen, als sie zum ersten Mal in der Kammer ihr eigenes Porträt berührt hat. Wird Hermine es schaffen, in ihre Zeit, ins Jahr 1998 zurückzukehren? Und wenn ja, was wird sich geändert haben? Wie werden ihre Handlungen der Vergangenheit die Zukunft beeinflussen? Die Reue-Trilogie besteht aus folgenden Teilen: ✧ Reue I - Dem Bösen ausgeliefert ✓ ✧ Reue II - In der Kammer ✓ ✧ Reue III - Vergiss mein nicht Cover von AnnieRosebud

Mit einem Lächeln auf den Lippen schloss ich meine Augen. Ich genoss seine warme Hand an meiner Wange und lehnte mich leicht gegen sie. Ich spürte seinen unruhigen Atem an meiner Wange, so nahe war er mir gekommen. Ein gequälter Ausdruck lag in seinen Augen, als er mir mit einer Hand behutsam eine Strähne hinter mein Ohr strich. Alles was gesehen war, blendete ich aus und vergaß es. Zumindest versuchte ich diesen Schmerz, der mich von innen zerfraß, halbwegs zu vergessen. Er legte seine Stirn gegen meine. «Scheiße verdammt, ich liebe dich.», flüsterte er kaum hörbar. «Ich finde es schön, dass du deine Meinung geändert hast, und jetzt auch auf dieses Kitschige abfährst.», hauchte ich und schmunzelte. Mit zitternden Händen drückte er auf meine Wunde an meinem Bauch, um die Blutungen zu stoppen. Es war wirklich mein Blut, dass mein Oberteil dunkelrot färbte. Mein Blut.

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

The ocean was an unforgiving force that took as it pleased and gave little back. Astrid knew that to be a fact. After the tragedy of her mother's death, she watched her father's sanity collapse as he was driven to prove that it was more than just a boating accident. Unlike him, she stayed well away from the water's edge and out of its grasp, immersed in the sorrow of her loss. But what little the ocean did give back, a man of myth with the tail of a fish, could reveal more about the secrets to a harrowing conspiracy brewing below the surface.

3rd book in the Pirates series