Jakobe Sloan, a ruthless Vice President to the Road Warriors MC. Priya Anthony, the mysterious woman he saved from the clutches of death. Will their loyalty rip one another apart? "I need air," Priya snapped, forcefully closing the door behind her. But like a fool, I followed, and we continued our heated discussion. Both of us, barely containing our tempers. "Priya, you have to understand, we have no idea who you are?" "And you think acting this way is going to get the answers you want, Jakobe?" She stomped past everyone, cursing gruffly. "If you would just open up?" "I've been talking for two weeks!" "Yeah, about everything but the reason why I found you half dead in the middle of the road." "I can't give you that answer." "Then tell me something?" My frustration boiled over as I growled. "I have, you're just not listening, Jakobe." I grabbed Priya by the wrist; our little argument had caused enough of a scene to draw the brothers attention. I know why, they are just as curious about her. "So, who hurt you?" This time I cupped Priya's face, forcing her to focus directly on me. "Who hurt you, and will they try again?" Tears welled in her eyes as Priya firmly held my wrists with her delicate and soft hands. I could see the turmoil slide across her face, Priya couldn't hide anymore, it was crucial now, she had to offer something substantial. "Yes, Jakobe. Yes, they will try again." Her bottom lip quivered as the teardrops escaped, rolling down her rosy cheeks.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

Most people fear dragons. Most people can't see past their large scales and fierce personalities. Most people can't control them. Yes, they're dangerous. They are also very powerful. Do I fear them? No. Can I control them? Only if I say please. And who am I? We'll just have to find out.

Seventeen-year-old April Parker wakes up in an underground facility, a shock bracelet on her wrist and a five-day countdown on the clock. Dozens of other teens share her inexplicable fate, but their unseen captors never intervene no matter how brutal conditions become. When the ruthless - and unnervingly magnetic - Marcus seizes control, April's trauma-forged instinct is to lay low. But protecting her friends drives her to bargain with the boy she should fear most - a boy whose reality fractures with every tick. Then the countdown ends, and the real terror begins. Powers ignite. Alliances shatter. And predators are born. And with a saboteur among them determined to keep the doors closed forever, escaping what comes next may be the only way to survive it.

"Mads, I'm sure this is the right house, plus, who cares? I'd totally be killing the wet, hot look anyway.'' I roll my eyes back dramatically and force myself with all my might to not blurt out, 'YOU WOULD.' as his ego would then be enough to make me gouge my own eyes out aswell as getting a car to run me over. Repeatedly. Sighing, I tell him jokingly, ''Do you know who else rocks the hot wet look? Theo's pet dog after it's been running around in the rain.'' I quickly press the sliver doorbell, trying not to look at Zac's face. Epic Fail. **** So here's the deal. The names Madison Mia Briggs. Yup. Lets cut the poshness maybe? The names Maddi. That asshole that you just read about is Zachary Anderson. Woah, the poshness scale is off the charts. Let's chop that down maybe? He hardly deserves it. His name is Zac. The only reason I'm in this situation, is because of my twin brother Elliot. We may share the same green eyes and brunette coloured hair, but look nothing alike apart from that. So with one of my brother's pranks ends in a disaster of course, resulting him crashing into my room with his mates. One of which is Zac who I hadn't seen in God knows how long. As you can predict, Zac has the biggest ego, annoying hot though, and is always there to make my life a adventurous hell. To get him off my back, Zac forces me to make a bet with him. The task is simple. Within the time limit of two months, If one of us says 'I love you' to the other, we lose the bet obviously, and HAVE to do ANYTHING and go EVERYWHERE the other says for three days. And also has the live out the shame of losing for the rest of our lives which neither of us would enjoy when you get to know us. But, If I make it out, Zac gets off my back, and leaves me in peace. So lets do this. But did I mention, Zachary Anderson never loses? Please, for my pathetic life, pray for me.

"fuck me," said the monster. _______________________ A psychopath, a person with a mask of sanity. Someone who blends in. Unlike their sociopathic counterparts, psychopathic criminals are cool, calm, and meticulous; making psychopathy the most dangerous of all antisocial personality disorders. Though there's something about them, something emotionally intriguing and intellectually engaging that draws us in, making us apart of their sick mind games. Maybe that's why FBI agent, Ella Grant, can't get away from the misunderstood monster... _______________________ WARNING: GRAPHIC MATERIAL AND POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (18+) note: inspired by hannibal i use poems and quotes; they belong to their rightful owners cover was made by Fracture :) the psychopath hides, a wolf amongst the sheep.

After Faith's father decides to return back to his work at the mines, her world changes. She is left to live on her own and rent out the bottom floor of her house to a stranger. A car crash and fist-fight later, Faith discovers that her new roommate is indeed the arrogant boy who crashed into her car, who she has an instant hate for. Left alone, with the new 'bad boy' of the town, living in her house... what kind of trouble has Faith got herself into? Cover by: -anthem © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

"-never mind what I want!" frustrated he runs his fingers through his messy hair. -"What is it you want Violet?" he hoarsely mutters, stepping towards me, centimetres away from my lips. ______________________________________________________________________________ Love. Lies. Tragedy. Violet, the girl that has a sad and tragic past. The girl that fakes it till she makes it. The girl that spoke her mind. The girl that (nearly) no one dared to say anything about. The girl that was the baddest of the bad. The girl that was hot but had a cold heart. But she's not always like that. Don't trust everything you see-even salt looks like sugar. But that all changed... That was all before one day... before she met him.... Gorrgeous COVER MADE BY @andjulietisthesun-❤ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ *first few chapters aren't that long* *currently on-going* *not a total cliché ;) * *prepare to cringe*

An outcast. A loner. A young man with walls built so high that only those he deems worthy can pass through the hidden door. Jameson Clark O'Hare is an unusual, mysterious young man to those who don't know him, but really he is just a boy that longs for love and has much of it to share with the right person. Maybe too much for one person to handle. But how is he meant to find this person when he is so closed off from the world, too scared to let anyone new in? Dragged into an unexpected blind date, Jameson's life takes an unlikely turn, and he gets more than he ever imagined. (( Description is subject to change when the story is completed. But still relates to the story. ))

{Previously "Resisting The Alpha"} {Under Construction/Being Rewritten} Accalia Prospero is a respected Beta renowned for her extraordinary Warrior leadership. When Roman Dreycov, the fearsome Alpha of the merciless Blood Rite pack, barges into her territory she's ready to wage war. Hellbent on fulfilling an age-old prophecy, Roman has been searching for his Mate all over the nation. To Accalia's dismay, they come to discover that she is none other than Alpha Dreycov's fated partner. When ancient mythology reveals itself to be a reality, the young Beta is forced to play her hand in unraveling a prophecy foretold thousands of years ago. With Accalia's heart set on battling the Mate bond, she realizes that gods and monsters are not her only problems; though, she's insistent that her Mate is practically both. A tale of romance, mythology action, and heavy twists; EMPIRE is a dramatic read.