We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou

Andy's life has not always been easy, not that anyone's life has been really. Over the years some of his most vivid memories have been associated with the stop sign that resides at the corner of his yard. Weird... maybe. But also kind of... normal. Follow his memories as he grows up. *~*~* A/N: This was originally written as a short story, which is why it's so short. :D ~Ryu

It was an awkward event seeing him again after seven years. I looked into his eyes which has the same surprised look as I was. My niece kept on tugging on my arm as I spaced out like the first time I met him... He looked different; a man going through seven years of continuous service. His features which were once soft were now rugged and sharp with his battle scars. His eyes were the same deep black but now sends an emotion of no mercy rather than comfort. But the sight of him there in the open with his combat boots and shining brass buckle, I saw no one else but the same boy I fell in love with during high school.

Alpha's aren't all that. Trust me.

"Are you rejecting me?" I ask, whispering as my heart was breaking into a million pieces. "No." he answers. "I...uh...huh...what?" I stutter. It didn't make sense. Why is he saying we can't be together but not reject me? "I just can't be with you." he says with a straight face, no emotion. "Then reject me." I tell him. "No, and you will not reject me!" he growls at me. "Wanna bet?" I start. "I order you not to reject me!" he growls, cutting me off. Edited by@callmelenaa

Sawyer Dawson ran away from a dangerous home only to be caught a couple months later. She is forced to stay in juvie waiting for a guardian who she doesn't think will come. However, an unknown grandmother does, and pretty soon Sawyer is starting over in a new town. She decides to just keep to herself, but that's pretty hard when a certain boy becomes interested and won't leave her alone, no matter what she does. He tries to break through her walls, but Sawyer is determined not to be vulnerable and not to give up her secrets, no matter the cost... And when Sawyer's dad's past comes back to haunt her, will she be able to come out in one piece?

{Watty Awards 2013 Winner} This is simply a story about a lonely girl who finds love. I was inspired to write this because I wanted to know that there are good things that happen to invisible girls like me. I wanted to write Hope for those who seem hopeless. • • • In March of 2013, Letters was #1 in the short story category. June 2013: Short Story #3 and Romance #40 February 2014: Winner of The Watty Awards 2013 for On The Rise Short Story

This story follows seventeen year old Felicity Jones on a rollar coaster ride of adventure in the paranormal. She WAS normal, until that day he kissed her. Then her whole world gets turned upside down. You may think you know what's going to happen, but you're wrong.

Ally Lynn Mays was never the girl in the cheer leading squad who everybody loved. No, she was always the girl in the back of the classroom. Your all American southern belle who was raised by a strict uptight Baptist Christian family on a farm in Dalton, Georgia. She was always bullied and pushed around, that is, until he came along. His name was, Collin.