"He was unstoppable; killing everything in his path, he brought infinite darkness, everywhere he went. He was blinded by darkness and evil; he couldn't see, not until the beautiful creature he was strangling, shot her eyes open as she took her last breath. The dark clouds that seem to always follow him rained hard over his warriors and him, letting all know; an Alpha's Luna; was dead." +Both the rough draft & the rewritten version included inside+ *Rough Draft Completed The rewritten version is being posted in the second section with ✓. «This book is written in 1st person POV» 100K reads | 10/30/16 Thank you so much for half a mil.

"ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ."

"Do you know what's my greatest downfall?" He asked and didn't dared to look at me. I stared at him with confusion, what does he mean his greatest downfall? So I decided to ask him, "What?" "You." ______________________ A long time ago, mythical creatures lived and ruled all over the lands, especially werewolves. In the Risen Scar Tribe, they believed that the moon people, the werewolves, are sent from the moon goddess. So, every full moon, the time when a new Alpha is crowned, the tribe will give their daughters at the age of 18 as a tribute of the Alpha. But only one will be chosen. And Ahyoka was chosen this year.

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

"I was yours the moment I saw you and I'm still yours now. Just like you're mine, Princess. Forever." ~ She was the quiet girl that tried her best to stay invisible yet would managed to capture the attention of everyone by just her mere presence. He was the loud boy that caused trouble where ever he went yet would be as sweet as pie when it came to his princess. His Flora. Theo was Flora's best friend's brother, forcing them to grow up by each other's side. But, neither would mind as they were like milk and cookies - completely different but perfect together. She looked up in awe of him and he looked down at her with adoring eyes. That was until Theo's trouble eventually caught up with him as he was sent to away to live with his Uncle, forcing the two apart. Now, he's returned and he's come to claim what is his. ~ [ONGOING]

"Why are you single?" he asks. "Well," I begin, "I'm annoying, I'm Damon Salvatore's sister, and I've been in a tomb for the last 145 years," I say. He stares at me with utter shock or disbelief, perhaps even both. "Did I mention I'm Damon's sister?" ______________________ BOOK ONE OF THE EVERLASTING SERIES WINNER OF BEST VAMPIRE OC 2017 Ranked 161 in Teen Fanfic of the Week 06/16/16 @tvdcommunity ______________________ "One of the best Salvatore siblings stories that I've read. It kept me on my toes, and the story line connected as if this actually happened in the show." - @theothxrsxde "I actually don't really like the Salvatore Sibling thing, but I have to admit your story is pretty good. I am actually hooked. " - @lilsolarhalo ______________________ NOTE: I do not own any of the characters or story line that originates with the show. I have only added in my own characters for my enjoyment and others. If there are any similarities, it has to have come from the show. All credit goes to the CW. Cover by: @voidmoriarty

Melody Chase Ridiculed. Beaten. Passed off. Broken. How could anyone fix a girl like that? Once Melody meets her mate, she has one thing on her mind. To get as far away as possible. How far will her mate go to get her back? How much pain will he cause her in the process? {This is the rewritten version}

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION