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The Taking by LoveScripter
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Every half century in a small little town hidden in the woods, a beast comes out from the forest to claim his bride on the night of an eclipse. The people of call this phenomenon "the taking". This beast is said to be very dangerous. It roams door to door searching for the woman whose being calls to his animal instincts. He will kill, mutilate and destroy everything in his path until he finds his bride. In the past, the townsmen have tried to hunt the creature and kill him before they can steal one of their marriageable daughters, but the beast does not hunt alone. He has followers among the shadows to make sure his goal is accomplished. Once he finds his bride, he carries her back to the forest where she is never seen or heard from again. Celeste believes this so-called "legend" is just some scary fairytale her grandmother made up to scare her. But was she ever wrong when a pair of moonlit eyes stared straight at her through her bedroom window and entered her room. Next thing she knew, she was being carried out the house and into the woods by a half-naked man who called her his. Who would have thought? Grandma wasn't crazy after all. Young Adult novel. Paranormal/Comedy-Romance @2014
Wild Hunt by Mimco256
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[BOOK TRAILER NOW AVAILABLE] VISIT https://youtu.be/APtEPckzBdA OR READ TO FIND OUT MORE. . ------------------ ~☽ ◯ ☾~ ------------------ "I'm a wolf...I hunger for you in ways I didn't think imaginable. This obsession is eating me alive. I feel this hunger no matter what I do and I'm starved. It's insatiable and only you can quench it." Every full moon it's the same. It's the time of the Wild Hunt, when the wolves disappear into the night, tracking the prey, a deer or stag. Some are easier to catch than the rest, but the prime prey, is the Golden Stag, the one that evades them every time. Most girls don't make it past fifteen. They are caught and taken as a mate before they learn how to survive the great hunt. The longer a girl survives, the more appealing she becomes. She begins as a deer, fresh and unaware...vulnerable. If she lasts three moons, she becomes a stag, the more respected prey and the more skilled...worth hunting. The one who has survived the longest is crowned the Golden Stag. Every Alpha male; the strongest, quickest, boldest, track the scent of the Golden Stag. It is different from that of the others, intoxicating...tempting. To bring down the Golden Stag is a mark of skill and authority, well worth the time spent pursuing it. The Wild Hunt. It makes me feel alive and dead, free and caged, broken and whole. I am the Golden Stag. Catch me if you can. . ------------------ ~☽ ◯ ☾~ ------------------
The Best Of Comebacks by NerdySoliloquist
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❝A book for comebacks.❞ WARNING// If easily offended please do not read this book as you might be upset by some of the content.
Mated to My Killer by VansWearinChick
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Phoenix; a badass werewolf hunter. After one mission gone wrong, her dad forces her into a temporary retirement. She unknowingly moves into the center of the Wolf Claw Pack's territory. Griffin; sexy, possessive Alpha. He met his human mate, Veronica, when a pack of his wolves brought her in for interrogation. She is his entire world, but he can tell she still hiding things from him. In the back of his mind he wonders where she learned to fight and how she accepted the werewolf world with such ease. What do these two have in common? Well, when Phoenix is taken by a certain group of werewolves, did you expect her to tell them her true identity? ---------------- "You seem to keep forgetting who you belong to." He growls, pushing me up against the pool wall. "I don't remember becoming your object." "Maybe we should change that." "You're not marking me." "Says who?" He whispers lightly in my ear, his wet hair skimming my skin. Before I can react, his lips are on mine.