The heavy droplets of rain were slowly slipping down the hood of his leather jacket and a few effortlessly kissed his dark chocolate hair. »H…Hi.« I sputtered. »What do you have there?« He walked closer to me and gazzed into my eyes with his dark ones, that perfectly matched his hair, then lowered his sight towards the kitten, hidden under my jacket. »One lil' kitty found another.« He smirked, amused by his own joke.

- "What's wrong, gatia? You're too pale," he said softly, using one hand to brush my hair from my forehead. I happily basked in his touch, feeling comforted already. "I... uh," I trailed off quietly, not really wanting to say. I was suddenly worried of him thinking I was insane. Biting my lip and looking down at the ground, I took a deep breath. "I just... didn't feel c-comfortable. L-like someone was...w-watching me," I stumbled out pathetically, internally wincing. "Like... h-he was watching m-me," I added almost silently, the words slipping out almost without my permission. Almost instantly, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he tugged me into his very bare and warm chest, hunching over my protectively. I felt his chest vibrate as he let out a small growl, but instead of terrifying me like it should, it made me sigh in comfort. "You never have to worry about him, sweetheart, I promise." He softly purred, his voice still sounding rough even as he tried to lighten it. I liked the rougher part of his voice; it made me feel even more protected. "As long as I'm around, he'll never hurt you again; and I don't plan on going anywhere or letting you go anytime soon." - In a world where vampires and werewolves are very much real, Emily is stuck right in the middle. She was barely kindergarten age when she was kidnapped by a strong vampire coven. They stole everything from her and their main leader, Christien, quickly became obsessed with her; his favorite prize. But what's a vampire to do when a powerful alpha werewolf, Anton, saves his possesion? What's a poor Emily to do when that werewolf turns out to be her mate? Let's just say that Chrisiten isn't about to give up easily; but neither is Anton.

She knows how to survive. Trusting him is the dangerous part. Charlotte has spent years perfecting the art of staying hidden. Smart, observant, and careful, she keeps her world small and her heart even smaller. Christian is her best friend's older brother - the kind of guy people warn you about... and the kind you fall for anyway. For most of her life, she was background noise to him until one unexpected moment changes everything. The tension between them is unmistakable - but so are the secrets she keeps carefully hidden. Christian can't ignore the things that set her apart - her sharp wit, her unexpected humor, the quiet strength beneath her reserved exterior. She isn't like the girls who drift in and out of his world. She's thoughtful. Mysterious. Surprising in ways he never saw coming. And the closer he gets, Christian realizes her guarded nature isn't accidental. She's protecting something - and earning her trust won't come easily. For the first time, this isn't about the chase. It's about earning a place inside the walls she built to survive. AN EMOTIONAL NEW ADULT ROMANCE about love, healing, and learning to TRUST AGAIN.

(Second book to “Marked by the Alpha”. It is highly recommended that you read MBTA prior to IMH.) I, Daniella Saunders, had suffered quite a lot when I stayed in Huntstown, Michigan. Leaving my true soul mate, experiencing the betrayal from the ones I thought I trusted, and shifting into a rare type of werewolf is a whole lot on my plate. Because of my kind, I was a threat to the ones I loved. I did the only thing that I could do. I left Huntstown in hopes of learning more about myself and keeping the ones I treasured safe. My plan worked out … for a little while. The news of my mother’s death had brought me back to Huntstown – a place where I wasn't expecting to return to for another ten months. I also wasn't expecting the heartbreaks, the total chaos, and the shocking surprises that came my way. So, be prepared as I narrate to you the story of my chaotic life. * In need of major editing. (✓ = already edited.) *

After escaping from police custody, Clover tries to piece his life back together. Determined to return to home and be reunited with his family, he has to first elude the country wide man hunt. Will he be able to resist his old ways in order to remain undetected? After hearing that Colin has escaped, Summer and Becca prepare themselves for the inevitable; Clover is coming back for them. Will the police and their families be enough to protect them? Clover's coming back and he's determined to prove to the girls; 'You'll always be mine'.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"

They met in December.

She's just a girl, trying to find herself.

Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf When eighteen year old Josephine Evans is out in the woods with her pack, they didn't expect to stumble across the biggest, baddest pack terrorizing another pack. Just when they're about to assist the terrorized pack, the alpha of the infamous pack approaches them. Theo Lupine is not known for his mercy, so when he walks right past her alpha and straight towards her, Josephine isn't sure what to do. But Theo knows exactly what to do with Josephine. "You are not allowed to run away." He growls at me and I glare up at him. "Keep in mind that you belong to me. You can hate me, but you can't leave. You are mine." ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright© 2020

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)