- His gaze swept over the sea of faces below him, and grazed past me and then went back. I gasped. His eyes. So blue, so bright. The color of an iceberg. And then I was terrified. My brain couldn't understand the sudden feeling, couldn't even stop what my body did at the sudden onslaught of emotion that wasn't mine. I screamed. The ground swirled up into my vision and then everything went black. - I was your average scientist working at the facility. My name's Cecily by the way. But an encounter with the Facility's newest and so far biggest discovery changes everything, and then I'm suddenly tossed into the tangle which is the top of the pecking order in the Facility. Fun? Nuh uh. Trust me there's plenty more than 'pecking' going on up here...And then there's the new discovery, named Subject R.... Well hell. Gonna be a long ride...

"Name" He barked still not bothering to even look at me. "Delilah" I whispered. Why am I whispering? I could feel the nervousness flooding over me like a wave. "Name" He stated again "Delilah" I said with more confidence "Delilah what? Did your parents not give you a last name or are you incapable of answering my question to its full capacity" Delilah Suren was a young girl living in the dumps of Chicago. She never had life easy and she didn't expect it to to be easy. Enter Ian McKinley. Cold. Hard. Rude. These two are complete opposites and mix them together you have a toxic combination. Ian is used to getting what he wants when he wants. He is after all Mr. CEO.

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil. I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds impossible? You haven't seen the worst part yet.

(An Aardwulf Tale of vengeance, loss of innocence, violence and love.) Lend your ears dear one, for a King is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not. Remember that and you might live. *Excerpt* "Sarah, they will use those devices to ensnare you before you even realise the game has begun, and by then, no measure of fighting or politics will help you, as they've already conquered your mind through something as brittle as your heart." "Cedri- " "No. Listen. The fact that you hesitated when I touched you, means you've already lost." *** She loathed them. Truth be told, she was disgusted at everything they were and everything that they represented. She reviled them for their royalty, their ability to force loyalty and to frivolously sanction destruction. She loathed them for their carelessness and their entitlement. She would definitely see them rotting in shallow graves. It was their fault entirely that Sarah learnt to use a knife before she could use a spoon. It was because of their existence that she craved bloodlust and desired violence. It was their Order that she would never be able to be her aardwulf in true sense or form. Sarah was entirely loyal, but only to her vengeance. She was self-sacrificial, but only for her family. However, Sarah would never be altruistic nor submissive - such that the nature of an aardwulf was created to be. She would never be. She could not feel the sanctity of life. But there were moments, when she would witness innocence in the world around her, that she mourned the loss of her fragile heart. Standing now, however, in front of the Royals, who stole her childhood, broke her father and tore apart her family bonds, she was purely glad for the absence - it would make ripping their hearts out an absolute pleasure. Especially his.

Isabella and Dimitri have successfully defeated the Shadow, only to find out that they still can't get the happy ending they so badly want. Isabella's parents are not happy to find out about their relationship. But is that really their biggest problem or is love more cruel then that? Will they ever get the happy ending they deserve? Or was their relationship never meant to be? Read on to find out.

at a time in a girls life they wonder who they are going to marry and what they are going to look like... well me i didn't really have a choice but i wasn't against having an arrange marriage with Gaara. to ensure a peace between clans i am willing to marry Gaara for the sake of the hidden leaf village, and i don't dislike it one bit. i do not own any rights to the characters of naruto, i only own suki, everyone else is characters from the anime/manga of naruto and this is just a fictional story. also this is my own story line it doesnt follow the actually anime or manga

. I looked down and saw Gaara’s sand travel up my legs. I blushed looking around, "Gaara where are you?" I asked keeping my voice strong. He jumped onto the branch I was sitting on and I saw his lips were more in a smile than usual. Did he like pinning me down with his sand? I gasped when my hands were taken from me making me lie back and my hands were pinned to the tree. My cheeks blushed more, "Gaara?" I whispered softly looking up at him. I watched wide eyed as his sand slid from his face and hands. He looked exactly the same but now it was his real skin. I was shocked when he bent down getting on all four over me and his lips stretched, "no interruptions this time." he said and I hear it wasn’t his normal mono tone voice. He leaned down cupping my right cheek and his thumb ran over my lips, "I have waited a while." he muttered in a much softer tone he ever used before. He bent down and brushed his lips against mine. I felt weird tingles travel down my spine and stir in my gut. My eyes slid shut and he pressed his lips against mine completely. I was surprised how soft and tenderly he was kissing me but it felt so good... I kissed him back and felt his sand tighten and loosen on my boobs. My insides clenched and I moaned softly. He kissed down my neck making me turn so he had more room. I felt his sand slid off my body and wrapped around us. I didn't think about it as I slid my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I grabbed his hair pulling him closer and felt him growl softly against my neck. I whimpered when he started nibbling on my neck. I have never felt this way but it felt good.

It's the college life for Holly. Time for new experiences, new friends, old friends, and another handsome teacher. Well, professor, this time. Much to Jeremy's annoyance. Chris seems okay with it. That is, until suddenly it seems there might be someone who could actually take Holly away from him... Book 1: A Proscriptive Relationship Book 2: A Surreptitious Relationship Book 3: An Everlasting Relationship

Fifty years ago aliens made themselves known to us. We called them Falcons. They had beautiful golden skin and promising smiles. A treaty was made with an agreement that both species would learn and observe one another. And now we have been living peacefully with them for fifty years, the aliens in the sky, forbidden to ever come down on earth but always watching. And us, always looking up, wondering. Until the Falcon Alien Prince is forced to come down to find a mate and finds someone he didn't know he was looking for. **** "Yes, this is what you get!" I barked throwing my hands in the air. "What did you expect? You're constantly playing with my emotions and messing with my mind!" I yell no longer caring about the volume of my voice. I no longer cared that he was the Prince for all I cared he could shove his crown where the sun doesn't shine. Cario exploded throwing his hands up, "Fuck Eliza! You know what you deserve it. You fucking deserve it! You don't get to just invade my thoughts every damn day and walk down the halls without a care in the world, completely and utterly oblivious!" he shouted. His breathing was now ragged. And it seems like his anger betrayed him again, because by the look on his face he was not supposed to say that. To be honest he looked so beautiful right now with his black curls all over the place. And the sun streaming through the stairway window was illuminating his golden skin. "Oblivious? Oblivious to what?" I ask. He looked conflicted and frustrated for a moment. But then his bright green eyes narrowed. "Oblivious to this," he said. In two long strides he was in front of me and crushing his mouth to mine.

His eyes shifted to the broken poll that lay forgotten on the ground, barely a foot away from my unchained hand. Before he could take another step I grabbed the poll and held it in front of me "stay the fuck away from me." I snarled ready to break his goddamn face if I had to. He put his hands up in mock surrender. "What do you plan on doing with that Roza have you forgotten that you are still chained to that bed or maybe you like being chained to the bed hm?" His eyes darkened impossibly more at that last thought. "Fuck off you perverted brute." He took a step towards me taunting me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Another step. Too close. I took a swing aiming for his legs hoping to knock him flat on his back. With movements that seemed to quick to be possible he snatched the pole from my hand mid strike. A victorious grin plastered on his face. My heart stopped. He took another step closer and grabbed my chin angling it towards his face. "What now love?" ******* Rosalie Sanders is 19 year old werewolf, but most importantly she is a twin. Her brother Chase has been put in the most feared prison around the world, Gransmorth Prison. A place where only the worst of the worst go. In a twisted turn of events Rosalie finds herself trapped in the prison and having to fight tooth and claw to to escape it's metal bars and the cruel and devastatingly handsome inmates inside it.