The black wolf looked towards me after I gasped and his piercing green eyes stared into my bright blue ones. It felt as if time had stopped, and that the only people in the field were him and me. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw him shift back and then whisper, "Mine." ****** Started on 6/22/2016, Completed on 2/22/2017 Highest Rank- #16 in Werewolf on 9/25/2016

Ana slowly moved her eyes down to check what she was wearing. At first she couldn't recognize the furry dress covering her chest, but was amazed how comfortable it felt. At the same moment she felt her dress moving and pulling her back towards something warm and hard. Horror struck her, as she realized, it was not a dress, but someone's hand covering her bosom. Top Rank - 32

Are we really alone when we dream? From her apartment in downtown Vancouver, Jordan can see everything. But one evening, she observes a man in the apartment across the street and becomes convinced he is watching her. That night, she experiences a bizarre wakeful-dream in which a dark shadow figure enters her room and stands over her bed. She finally calms herself down by convincing herself it was just an episode of sleep paralysis. But there might be more to it than just that. The man she observed across the street is having similar dreams, but in those dreams, he isn't the one paralyzed in the bed...

After being trapped in a women trafficking society in the guise of a Convent and auctioned to the highest bidder, Sarah finds herself at the mercy of a Ruthless god, a mafia boss who is unfeeling and has a lust for blood but never would she have guessed that she would become his kryptonite. ★★★ "Look at me, Sarah." He appealed softly and lifted her chin with a curved finger and she reluctantly lifted her head and looked into his eyes. His head slowly descended and he captured her lips. She couldn't do anything, she just stood there and let him run his hands down her body, especially the sides. His kisses were soft and tender. The taste of liquor was still on his lips and demanding tongue and the smell of tobacco still lingered on his breath. He wrapped his arms around her slim form, bringing her body against his and kissed her deeply but passionately, running both hands up her back to under her neck to lift her full curly hair and feel the smooth texture in his palm. Despite all this, she didn't respond to him. She was rather too stunned to even return his kisses and his demanding caresses. Sensing her reluctance and her non-responsive attitude to his kisses, he stopped kissing her and stepped back.

Galina Ivanov was now truly without any family. Her grandmother, Zoya Erin, had just passed away and when Galina received a registered letter summoning her to a lawyer's office downtown Boston, she couldn't imagine why until the reading of her will. It seems that her grandmother left her considerably well off and left her a small house. The catch? In order to receive these things, Galina would have to travel across the world, to another continent, to St. Petersburg, Russia. Once there, her life would take an interesting turn as her life was on a collision course with a Russian Mob boss by the name of Ilia Savin. In somewhat poor health from a heart condition, Galina packs what little she has and prepares for the journey of a lifetime. Would she survive her encounter with Savin? Could she save him from a life of loneliness and solitude? Is it possible that Ilia would fall for her?