[COMPLETED] (BOOK I IN THE DREAM SERIES) Dani Deleon has a problem. With a single touch, she can see people's nightmares. When she starts to see the nightmares of a sadistic serial killer known as The Maestro...everyone around her becomes a possible suspect. With the help of Detective Jax Michaels, will Dani be able to stop this symphony of murder? Or will this unlikely duo fall victim to the very madman they're chasing? ----- THE DREAM SERIES: Book One: Dream Catcher Book Two: Dreamscape Book Three: Dream Hunter Book Four: Dream Phantom

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Everest is the most popular boy in school. He's handsome, wealthy, and captain of the football team-he has the world at his fingertips, but he's desperately unhappy. And when those feelings become too much to bear, he tries to take his own life. On the surface, Beverly's different from Everest in every possible way. She's quiet, shy, hard working, and keeps to herself on campus, focusing on her schoolwork and her part-time job, distracting herself from her less-than-perfect upbringing. When Everest returns to school after his attempt, he's in more pain than ever. Discarded by his friends, he draws little empathy and too much attention from those who surround him. But when Beverly and Everest meet unexpectedly in a dusty corner of the old library, they discover together just how rich life can be when given the freedom to just be yourself.

"Welcome to Citadel, a town full of monsters and meth!" As a notorious career criminal and the Alpha of Brotherhood of Cain, Draven Cain, is used to controlling everything. He knows exactly what happens in the cutthroat slums of Citadel: every gruesome death, every planned heist, and every one of the cities power players. However, what he didn't know, is that the one time he decides to be a good guy and saves a seemingly distressed damsel, his carefully calculated life goes straight to hell. And damned if he doesn't enjoy it. Ethel Pennington is not used to scarred werewolves with homicidal tendencies and elite drug rings. Though with the way she strolls around, you thought she would. But when her deeply ingrained past comes back in the form of a bloodthirsty cult, there may be only one person who can save her: Draven Cain. Too bad he has no intention of letting the brunette spitfire go. First book - COMPLETE Second book - ONGOING w/ updates every week BOTH BOOKS ARE IN BROTHERHOOD OF CAIN

"I'm here for you whenever you need me." "Liar, you are not pizza." ••• A text story.

Hamilton Academy of the Arts. The school Sydney Acosta moved to all the way from Toronto, Ontario in a barely known city. After the divorce between her mother and father, she's stuck by her mother's side, following her to another city in Canada. Her emotions are expressed through the one thing she loves doing: dancing. Lucas Cahill is a quiet, almost outcast in the school. His twin brother, Joseph, better known as Joey, is the best known guy in school. He's considered popular, cooler and better looking than his brother despite the two having the same face. At school, Joey doesn't acknowledge his brother, at home and in the past they are inseparable with the excuses from Joey tolling up over time. His isolation and other emotions are expressed through his art. The two seventeen year olds are connected in their different forms of art in a teenage story filled with drama, sarcasm and loads of creativity. "My drawings are like stick figures compared to anything you draw. You could draw the world's ugliest frog and it will still turn out beautiful. Lucas you're an amazing artist." "So are you." He said quietly, looking up at me with his soft, heartwarming eyes. "How?"I couldn't draw for shit. "Because you are a dancer. Dancing is an art. And you are an amazing dancer." Cover~ xThePineappleGirlx #15 Teen Fiction (11/12/16)

Octavia. That's the name the world knows her by. One word. One name. At seventeen, she was a girl who had her spotlight when she was whisked away to co-star in what would be an award-winning movie. From that moment on, she had never strayed away. Now, at 24, Octavia is a star and has found herself in multiple productions. As she finds herself in Milan, Italy for a new and upcoming movie she is cast in, she crosses paths with Caleb Henderson, the famous writer known to the world as Romero Henderson. However, as the production of the movie begins, Octavia immediately decides her opinion of Caleb. She doesn't like him. She borderline hates him. She hates how annoying he is. She hates the stupid, random topics he always brings up. She hates how he almost always cuts her off whenever she's speaking. She hates how attracted she is to him. I exhaled, trying to rub the tiredness off my face with my hands. I looked down at his shadow on the ground to him. His face looked as if it was glowing from the sun, his eyes narrowing from the brightness. I let my gaze trail from the exposed tattoos on his arms to the stupid smile that was still on his face. "Why are you like this?" For a moment he didn't answer me. He simply glanced at me, knowing that I meant more in the five words. The smile on his face went from pure amusement to bitterness. It was something I had never seen before and I didn't think I wanted to see him smile like that ever again. He pivoted his head towards the sun once again and in a serious tone asked, "Would you have me any other way?" Cover: @EmSlough_

"I'm a psycho at the bottom of the pack, and you're a warrior built to kill. Isn't it a weird mix?" He shrugs, a wicked grin plastered to his face. "I think it's the perfect mix." ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ *Completed * Klepto is a werewolf, an omega, and exactly as her name says. A kleptomaniac. She's a compulsive stealer. So it's not a surprise that everyone in her pack despises her for her flaw. To distract herself from the constant bullying, she sticks her nose in books, dreaming of fictional worlds. Ezra, on the other hand, is a prideful lycan warrior with a desperate need for an attitude adjustment. When his team is assigned to protect a pack in the mountains of West Virginia, he is anything but thrilled. He wants power, responsibility, respect... things that don't come with being a babysitter. It's when they arrive that Ezra spots the curvy werewolf that happens to be his soul mate. In that moment he finds his entire world shifting. Klepto is a thief, and she knows just how to steal his heart. * Rated PG-13 for mild language, abuse, some adult content * Highest rankings #1 in new adult - 6/29/19 #4 in werewolf - 3/18/19 #1 in warrior - 6/24/19 #3 in lycanthrope - 6/4/18 #52 in love - 3/18/19 #5 in mates - 4/2/19 #63 in alpha - 3/25/19

This is a Warriors and Wolves Side story. Warriors and wolves is a sequel to Maid of the Wolves. Though this is written after the first book, it can be read before during or even after finishing the other books. ............. Cold breezes slowly fading away, the season of ice has began to stray, readying into sleep till its returns for next fateful days, allowing the warm growing season to spread her wings, and lull the land to sing give. The plants wake up shaking their branches, awakening their leaves, and popping up buds to spread their flowers for as far as the eye could see. Statues come to life, no longer dormant in waiting for warmer days. Oh no, they are everywhere, feeding greedily, their first taste of the new season. Excited hunters take up arms, racing to snag their feeding preys and refilling their starved granaries who had paid their winter dues. Barefoot steps sprinting up and down, kicking balls of banana fibers and jumping on cows, Tio races happily through the Rose Clan Village. The light of the Nix Tribe, its pumping heart. He is naive, he is curious and he is happily young. The only worries on his shoulders were that the earth will spin faster beneath his feet, or that the moon would chase fiercely after the sun. He wanted to stay out and play, be free watch anything within his line of view, from the women grinding grain, to the men crafting furniture, to the burning coals of the blacksmiths' furnaces. His life was perfect, but it was only to get better. The Chief is to have a child, Clan Mother is heavily pregnant, the time is coming and the dying winter moon is shining brightly. The young boy waits anxiously, he feels almost possessed in anticipation, something in him is telling him, some how he just knows. It was as if the Great Creator had whispered in his own little ear. Tio's young heart firmly believed, that the Princess was surely above ordinary.

Just read the prologue, my dudes. Contains mature content and mental BDSM, 18+.

"They say that before you an I had ever existed there was a kingdom and within its borders a world of magic." "And what happened to this kingdom Mama?" The older woman hummed softly, braiding the childs hair with gentle fingers, "The kings and queens of the surrounding realms saw danger in this kingdoms residents, for you see, it was the only land where magic resided. Together the waged a war against the potential threat to protect their subjects. The war was long. But eventually the kingdom of magic was purged." The little girl peered up at her mother, wide eyed, "but what of the men and ladies who use magic today?" "There were few that were spared in that war. the magic users we see today are their decedents. They side with kingdoms as they see fit and aid us." She peered at her reflection in awe, "All of them?" At this her mother gave pause, "...no, not all. There is one who claims no alliance. She is an ally to no kingdom." The child wrinkled her nose in confusion, "so she helps everyone?" "No..this sorceress is not kind like the few you have met through your father. She wishes for nothing more than destruction." "why?" "No one knows my dear child. Nor do we wish to cross paths with her even if it means to discover why." "But..wouldn't it help to ask her?" "It is not that simple dear. one day you will understand." The child hummed a bit, "okay." The room plunged into silence. "Hey mama?" "Yes dear?" "What is that ladies name?" The mother shook her head slightly, "No one knows, not really. She is shrouded in darkness, her identity a mystery besides the rumors that float around her. But they call her Sin." The little girl cocked her head to the side, "and what did Sin do with her magic if she didn't help people with her power?" At this the mother blanched, "She became the greatest assassin that ever lived."