❝You're sleeping with your professor, aren't you?❞ . . . An accident leaves Elreda Adair riddled with guilt and the town with rumours. She leaves home to have a new start, in a city she isn't known. She intends on laying low as she attempts to block out the demons from her past. Her efforts, however, go to waste the moment she catches the eye of her literature professor, Archer Kane. Archer takes it upon himself to help her with class and their literature novel. The more time they spend together, the further they stray away from a student-teacher relationship, entering dangerous waters. As the sparks between them ignite, things take an enigmatic turn when little discrepancies with the novel catch Elreda's attention. Elreda learns that Archer knows more about her than he lets on and the attractive professor facade may have just been a mask to cover his true intentions. warning: some sexual content! [word count: 50 000- 60 000 words] [Highest Ranking - #1 in Shortstory] Started, 21 Aug 2018 Ended, 08 Oct 2018 © softaura cover by: @marvelity

His strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body into his. The warmth of his embrace melts over me as he rests his forehead on mine. "Tonight, we'll be just us." He whispers against my lips. And we were. Just the both of us and our worries that seemed to be a part of our being drained from our bodies. His brown eyes draws me in and away from the storm brewing in my head. Corey Hayes, he had the effect on me. His soul demanded for my full attention and now he's the only thing on my mind. . . . Gripped with her past trauma, Isla Fawn has to learn to anchor herself to the present. Corey Hayes finds himself struggling to focus on the present as well, his father pushing him to sacrifice his youth for a future in baseball. The two cross paths at a baseball game where Isla's a cheerleader for the team against Corey's but it doesn't faze them. Instead, they come together to learn and appreciate the present, learning to seize the day whilst battling their own demons that seemed to haunt them. © 2020 softaura

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

It's a fact that you can't help who you fall in love with. And for Rosaline Davenport and him, it definitely shouldn't have been each other. Because, sometimes, love stories have blood on them. [warning: this is the mother of all slow-burns] ••• ©literalight | All Rights Reserved

every action has a consequence. { Copyright © AnneeSparrow. All Rights Reserved }

For Andrew Cai, everything followed routine and when that routine broke because his wife filed for a divorce, his life spiralled downwards. For London Wan Liang, moving past her mother's death seemed impossible, especially when nothing in her life improved and that left her bitter soul stuck in the past. For the two of them, the way back home may not be as far as it seems - not when one fateful chance encounter brings them together. { Copyright © AnneeSparrow. All Rights Reserved }

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.