[Completed] Previously called: "My Teacher is a Vampire" __________ This book is an actual mess and has more typos than I breath in in one day. I've written this book when I was... uh, holly shit, when I was 16, so it's cringy as hell. You understand everything. Since it somehow has more than 700k reads and people seem to love it a lot, I'll become a decent author for once and edit it thoroughly. * * * * * * When you run away from your dark past, you expect to find a paradise or something similar to it, whatever the fuck fairytale cliche waits at the end of a long road, I guess. So did I. I wanted to spend my life living without problems and worries, I really did. I was a decent person, I didn't fight for no apparent reason, I didn't curse (to a dangerous degree, at least) and I didn't look for trouble living as plainly as I could But that modrefuckre just had to enter my classroom out of all and find me. He couldn't have stayed in Russia or wherever his Vampire castle was and rule for the rest of his life (which is trust me, pretty long period), drink bloody snacks and order his evil minions around for at least next five decades and let me die as a human. No. That Vampire King just had to come in my life and claim me as his beloved. * * * * * Azriela is 17 and she is trying to get through her last year in the high school and even picked the most ordinary name, Alex, to do so. She's the most hated werewolf in the world, has a dark past and even darker destiny, but the worst of all? She is beloved of the most ruthless vampire in the world. Can she change him and change herself as well in the meantime, or are some mates just not supposed to happen? Caine: Will you ever shut up, mutt? Azriela: When you're done burning in hell, leech!

Penny: I still remember the first moment our eyes met, something happened. Those icy blue eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I could feel the magnetic pull and we're both helpless against it. Our eyes met constantly across the room. He would be the first to tear his eyes away. He's so powerful, though. So charismatic. He's a lycan. I'm just a regular werewolf. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I made up my mind that I would make him love me. I would fight for what I want. I would deny my own mate if it means I get to keep him. Three years I went after him single-mindedly. I laid my heart out for him. He kept pushing me away. Then one day he pushed too far...and I'm tired of fighting for us. There's no us. I'm just a fool. I'm done fighting. I made up my mind that I'm going forget him. I'm going to go out there and lose my virginity, over and over again if I have to. I mean, why hold on to it, right? It's not like I'm getting an award for keeping it the longest. Not likely that my mate will keep his virginity for me. Darius certainly didn't. Why the double standard? So, why can't he just leave me alone now? Why is he so hellbent on breaking me? Stupid lycan. Ughhh...stupid, stupid lycan. Darius: The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she's my erasthai. The one. The exotic looking dark haired beauty. Dark eyes taunting me. Haunting me. Only I'm not looking for the one. I'm a warrior, there's no room for a mate. A mate will make you weak. My enemies could get to me through my mate. Then it happened. She finally gave up. For some reason, it makes me mad. Not only did she give up, but she gets this crazy idea that she's going to lose her virginity to some random stranger. Fvck that! That's not going to happen. Nobody else is touching her. I'll make her wait until she finds her mate. She's so stubborn, though. She's driving me crazy. So, why can't I leave her alone?

Ranking- #1 in lovely 😊 ( 13/05/2018 ) Ranking #11 in anger (30/08/2020) " Yes? What?" I said annoyed, he called me and yet he is not saying anything. " Don't you have any respect? How dare you talk to me like that? 'yes? What?' I came here to tell you that you should not come back! Go! Leave and don't dare come into my life again." Tears, that's all I felt. Tears were drowning my eyes and blurring my vision. But before they fell on my cheeks I said: " That's exactly what I am doing!" """"""""""""""""""" She is Jasmin Silverton. She's a half Moroccan half American 23-year-old physiotherapist. she's young, lively and hard working, but she has many insecurities about herself especially since her childhood best friend started ignoring her and slowly cut her out of his life. He is Hamza Done. he's an American 26-year-old architect ( the best of all ). He's rich, cold and very indifferent to others' feelings. Disclaimer: none of the pictures/videos are owned by me. This story is totally from my imagination, using it in any form without mentioning the author and story's name is a complete violation of copyrights. Enjoy!

She loves him... He hate her... They are married, But still apart... He start to live in her light, That's when Destiny played her game... Is he ready to lose her and stick to his pride??? Or realize before it's too late???

I need him,but he needs her I love him,but he loves her I can do everything just for him,yet he can die just for her. I'm His Wife,But She's his Life. And that what makes me THE UNWANTED WIFE

I walked through the front door of my mansion. I knew my husband was here because of the car in the driveway. Im barely 24 hes 26. It was love at first sight for us. Weve been married for a year. I walked upstairs slowly barely making any noise. I opened the door to our room not making a single sound and there was my husband having sex with my best friend Veronica. I didnt make a sound I jusy closed the door, and walked out of the house...As if nothing happened

When a deadly disease ravages the town of Holmsley, Frankie and her friends find themselves trapped inside a military-blockaded quarantine zone. ***** A story that was first published in 2014 and feels more relevant than ever. Fifteen-year-old Frankie and her friends must find their way out of quarantine if they want to survive. As the body count rises, Frankie realizes that this is no ordinary quarantine and no one is coming to help. Once infected, the sick become crazed and violent, while fear turns other survivors to savages. And who or what are the mysterious figures Frankie keeps seeing around town? It seems she'll have to unravel the dark truth behind it all if she wants to get out alive... Content and/or trigger warning: This story describes disease outbreaks and contains scenes of violence, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Well, the title pretty much gives it away... Allie is a country girl who has been living alone with her sister, Manna, for a few years. Their parents got in an accident, and the two sisters had to stick it out and live alone on their parent's abandoned farm. But when Allie finds out a shocking habit of her sister's, she doesn't know what to think. When her sister becomes an enemy of the police, Allie is demanded to join forces with the authorities to lead them in the direction of Manna so that she can be taken down. Will Allie be able to take down her own sister? Or will her emotions get the better of her? And will she find love along the way? Too many questions, jeez!

Who are you?" I whispered through my sobs. I felt him loom over me and his hot breath shot in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Call me Father," he smiled. My heart shattered at his words. ** Vivian Love was counting on finally having the best birthday she's ever had. It was her sixteenth birthday and she was to celebrate with her closest friends, and maybe even talk to the cute guy from math class. What she wasn't counting on was being abducted by a delusional man, being hauled off to an old house in the middle of nowhere and being forced to play house. Vivian must hold onto whatever shred of hope she has left if she wants to make it out of this game alive with the help of the others imprisoned with her.