In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

Sophia will do anything to escape an arranged marriage to the arrogant billionaire, Enrique Monteiro, but he has more control than she knows. ***** Enrique Monteiro, a powerful Brazilian billionaire, has gotten everything he wanted in life. He has looks, wealth, power, and women. He travels in his private jet to negotiate business deals all over the globe. His godly looks and reserved attitude makes seems to pull women in. With just a snap of his fingers, he can get everything he's ever wanted. Everything except Sophia Castello. [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]] Cover designed by Karen Roberts

~This is the original version of the story. Check out "The Mafia's Doctor" for the edited version. --- Kimberly Stratus was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in America. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility of the 'walking patient' incident. On her search for a new job, Kimberly runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "You can still be." He said, running his fingers through his dark hair, "Look, you can work for us and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards, my face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he gently tucked my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled on my exposed skin as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

Rebecca never chose to be the perfect daughter of the Dutch. She was born to the honorable Dutch and Duchess White, of Laban. One of the last monarchies in the world. She never enjoyed wearing those stifling dresses, or going to her mother's fancy parties. But she did it, because it was the "proper" thing to do. One day in the mid spring, the White family received a letter. The prince was looking for a bride. All around the country, daughters of higher standing gathered at the castle, dressed in the most lavish, expensive gowns imaginable, to try to win the Prince's affections. Rebecca only went to please her mother, but she never expected to catch the wickedly handsome Prince's eye. Copy right 2015 None of the pictures are mine! I did make the Cover though. Rag man is not my story. All the rest is mine. Do not steal my story. If you do, I will delete this book and you will never see another word of it again.

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Amelia Chela is a proper, Italian princess. She was born to royalty and was happy with her life and family for the most part. When tragedy strikes, money gets tight. In order to make ends meet, she is sold to be the bride of Scottish Nobleman, David Sinclair, who is known for being an arrogant tyrant. Things don't go according to plan and she meets Nicklaus, David's passionate younger brother. With David's overbearing attitude, she finds herself turning to Nicklaus more and more. With her already having a betrothed, the relationships in the Sinclair household get complicated quickly.

Ella (Ellie) Hanson has always been lonely, trying to find a man is impossible when they only talk to you so they can get to your younger and more attractive sister. Enter Cole Willams the handsome owner of the Fortune Echeleon corporation worth billions. Cole has always kept his distance from relationships, until he bumps into a book shop owner and is entranced. Can Cole get Ellie to believe he isn't after her sister? Can Ellie believe him and finally stop shutting everyone out?

Rumor has it that the Crown Prince of Sarconia is in town, but nobody really knows if this is just a rumor or a fact. So when bookworm Lizzie Donalds spends more time in the library because her parents banned her from buying and reading books yet again, she is surprised to meet a new guy that hangs around the library just like her. Could it be that the rumor is not really a rumor but a fact? Could it be that this new guy she has been spending time with be the crown prince himself? Could it also be that the crown prince is slowly but surely falling for her bookworm charms? Read and find out