Emmett Ransom. CEO, model, violinist and billionaire. He also has two different coloured eyes, purple and blue. Oh and he's also a shithead boss. Cheryl simply needs work experience, but after bumping into the back of his car, now she owes Emmett. To avoid paying for the damage, she agrees to a short and unpaid internship. Cheryl notices something is wrong, however, when she realises Emmett sets out the first rule, that she must call him Mr. Ransom, yet everyone else is allowed to call him Emmett. Cheryl should just walk out, but the air of dominance and power coming from Mr. Ransom keeps her coming back for more. [ROMANCE | BDSM | 18+]

From Wattpad story to published book to a movie! Watch your favorite coming-of-age camp romance come to life on screen now! *** After running away from her problems for four years - her inability to run a mile ironically being one of them - Whitney Carmichael knows a fitness camp will kick start some change in her life. Little does she expect her high school archenemy will be there trying to make amends. Or that she'll ditch her wallflower status and find herself at the center of a web of toxic friendships and petty lies. And working out? It's not so bad when her new personal trainer, Axel Chandler, is pretty easy on the eyes...and she has everything to lose. [Wattys 2015 Talk of the Town winner]

Being the girlfriend of the city's favorite superhero wasn't as always as glamorous as the label sounded. It came with stress, loneliness, keeping secrets, and knowing that he might miss date night while saving someone's life. For Adriana, these issues weren't important as she fell in love with Midnight Hour, the city's number one super, long before he even had powers. With the arrival of a new villain in town though, she suddenly finds herself trapped with a whole different kind of super making her question everything she thought she had known about love, herself, and what it actually meant to be the bad guy.

//first place Inkitt winner// DEDICATED TO THE MBR BEAGLES AND ALL ANIMALS BRED, SOLD, TORTURED AND SLAUGHTERED AT THE HANDS OF VIVISECTION!! When the winged creatures fell out of the sky, most of humanity was wiped out in a single day. All of those over the age of thirteen were consumed, their souls lost to eternal purgatory. After humanity's fall, the winged creatures claimed their world. The surviving children were spared and imprisoned into secret locations. The younger humans were raised and conditioned to be nothing but food, but the older humans still remembered a world without suffering, a world where they had families and choices. Aurora is a nanny at one of those locations. She has helped to raise children for the last eight years, since her own capture at twelve. On her twentieth birthday, she faces the most heart-breaking transition of all; a transfer to the King's palace. Knowing she must now serve the winged creatures as a source for food, she stands before King Cain, the most feared winged creature and leader of all his species. The moment Cain feeds from Aurora he knows only two things. One, her soul is the purest energy he has ever tasted, and two, he could never hurt her again. Warning: this story contains upsetting scenes involving children. It also contains adult themes throughout including sexual content. REVIEWS INSIDE.

"It is a waste of hardness if I'm not going to push it inside you," the King said. Using his deft hands, he traced my waist, found the zipper of my jeans and unzipped it. I was delirious after that. ~ 0 ~ They say mirrors are the door to another realm. For Nicollete, after bringing home an antique mirror from an expedition, now believes it to be true. But what's the harm in getting transported to another world? New sights, new people, and new food are something she could look forward to. However, what if then, if the definition of harm, means receiving the sharp end of a mysterious man's sword? How will Nicollete cope then? Genre: Supernatural-Fantasy Romance, Mystery, Smut/Erotica All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books ~~~~~ Highest rank when I published Chapter 6 (before Wattpad Review tagged this story as Mature) is #609. It would have gone to the Top 10 if it wasn't for the Mature tag. T_T Now, take the 0 out of 609, and you'll find, 69. LOL That's how mature this story is. Enjoy! WARNING READER: The chapters readable here are just teasers. The full chapters of this book are no longer available on Wattpad for publishing reasons. If you wish to continue reading, you may read it on the new app, Galatea or Radish. Thank you for supporting this book! I really appreciate it.

"What about that one?" The Alpha gestured towards Gia. "She's mute. Not much of a fighter either. She is weak, Alpha Gideon." The beta answered, critically. "I want her. Alpha Gideon Andrew is looking for a mate. Not to find love. Not to find power. Just to get back at his older brother and prove him dead-wrong. Then he comes across Gia. ❥

Jayne Hughes owns a pet-shop and is known around her neighborhood to tame any animal. One day she gets a strange customer that asks her to tame his pet, she agrees to his request and waits at home to meet his animal. Jae expects this to be just another misbehaving pet, but instead she gets an attractive man stuffed in a box! The strange owner, Hopper, is actually apart of a company that sells these 'pets' to people. The problem is though that their company got four new pets that are too dangerous, so Hopper begs Jae to help tame this 'pet'. She reluctantly agrees, and this starts her story of how she must tame Amadeus, the first man of the four 'pets' she must tame to be a behaving 'animal'. [COMPLETED] [REVERSE-HAREM]

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

Evangeline has not had a life like other she wolves. When she was 14 her brother, the next alpha of the Hawthorn pack, died leaving the pack without a male heir. The accords require any pack without a future alpha to merge with another unless their daughter is mated to a suitable future leader. So. They did not tell anyone. It was the packs largest secret. And when the time came if Evangelines mate was found and suitable he would take over when her father stepped down. If he was already an alpha....then the pack would have no choice but to merge. They could only hope he was suitable. It was not a fate Evangeline wanted. Any of it. If it were up to her she would never find her mate. She did not want a mate. She did not need a mate. She could get everything she wanted on her own. ~~ I let out a breathless laugh, rolling off the werewolf beneath me. "Well that didn't totally suck." He chuckled, abs flexing, looking me over as I rose from the bed, "didn't totally suck?" I hummed searching for my dress, "yeah it was fun while it lasted." Pretty doesn't always equal the best stamina. "Thanks Alex." "...its Aaron." I cocked a brow at him, wiggling into my tight little black dress, "not for the past hour it wasn't but okay. Cool." I raked a hand through my hair, smoothing out the inky waves. "Anyways I have to get back to my pack before sunrise and I cant find my panties. If you do, their yours." Sauntering over to him I kissed him deeply, "thanks again Andy." He chuckled, "its Aaron, and how about if I find them I give you a call?" Shit. How drunk was I? "Did I give you my number?" "No." "good." I started for his door, "have a nice life Adam." "Its Aaron!" He called after me. I rolled my eyes, "whatever." He was not good enough in bed for me to remember his name. Besides I had better things to do. Like get home before dad found out I was gone. My first Lunar Ball was coming, my first time participating to find a mate. Unfortunately.

It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher their children into their homes, whether big or small, while fathers and father figures alike would silently protect and pray; pray that The Even never hit their towns or came near their families. Children under twelve years of age would be left curious, once again wondering about what had caused the shrill screams and why. If above the age of twelve, children would join their fathers in praying silently in their hearts; for they knew the consequences of The Event. But there was always one category of people that prayed the most, hoped the hardest, and worried constantly. During The Event, one could often find females, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one sitting in corners, surrounded by those who would give their lives to protect them. Tears would be rolling down their cheeks as even their screwed shut eyes leaked them. Most would bite their lip in order to contain sobs, so hard that often, there were also small, thin streams of the dark liquid tumbling down their chins. The terror they felt, naked and strong on their faces, made it hard for anyone to lay their eyes on the females during The Event. They had everything to fear, because they were the ones being hunted. It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start. And then, at precisely midnight, the screams would silence immediately, letting the world know that The Event was over for the moment. Everyone knew that, somewhere, a girl between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one had been taken, and would never be seen again in history. This time, that unlucky girl just happened to be me.