Ariana Langston is not the average pastor's daughter although she lives and breathes in the presence of God because of her father. Layden Evans on the other hand, is the full on opposite. When he has to serve community service at the local church after almost being thrown in prison, and these two meet, there's no doubt there's a sudden attraction occurring between them. As much as they fight it, the feelings only grow stronger. But what happens when Layden tries to push his limits with Ariana and their lives take a turn for the worst? Only God knows ... and only he can help her.

He told her to run and she ran. She ran for her life. Eden had never belonged. She should never have been born. The biggest crime of a werewolf lay on her shoulders - infidelity. Eden was born from it. It was the Luna's fault too. Who would want the daughter of betrayal? So, when the scales tipped and she was ordered to die, gun pressed to her head and left for dead. Who was there to care? Except, maybe, the Alpha on the other side of the dark, dark woods. And just maybe, with him, there was more to life than living. After all. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SCENES OF PHYSICAL ABUSE, DEATH/LOSS, DROWNING AND TRAUMA

"Tóso ómorfi," someone almost growled behind me. My heart jolted with shock in my chest as I shrieked and whirled around. An imposing man stood before me, his almost-black eyes full of desire. The sleek tuxedo he was wearing fitted the broad expanse of his torso like a second skin. His sun kissed complexion was without flaw and a shadow crept across the shape of his clean shaven jawline. I could smell the bittersweet musk of his aftershave from where I was standing. He was the human vessel of Adonis. In less than two steps, he had strode forwards until he was right in front of my face. I could not breathe. The air was as heavy as lead in my lungs. A second passed. He paused-I allowed the moment I had to recoil from him to dissipate around us-and he gripped my chin hard and pushed his mouth fiercely over mine. I was paralyzed and my mind raced. Why was he in the women's toilets? Frances Hayward is a journalist known for her ice queen demeanour-despite her popular articles discussing the do's and don'ts of romance as alter ego Valerie D'Voire. She is also cursed with the burden of keeping her emotions in check after an accident in her past. Ensuring her dormant state is natural for Frances, but tensions run high and remaining in control proves difficult when she meets Greek bachelor Mr Krieos.

My name was once Mia Elizabeth Vauthier. I was the princess of a great land where wolves, grander than any other creature shifted freely between animal and man. Where nature and its inhabitants lived together in an uninterrupted harmony. Where the supernatural was not abhorred by those arrogant beings that called themselves humans. Here the supernatural was just as part of nature as the trees and the grass, just as the Goddess had wished it to be. Since the day of my birth, I had been the envy of all the land. I would be powerful I would be great I would be blessed by the Goddess... Or so they had thought. When I was meant to shed my fragile human skin and flow smoothly in the Goddess' blessed creature of the night, I did not. It did not happen when I was sixteen, or seventeen, or eighteen. The shock had been like steaming water, trickling down the naked skin, tearing skin as it went leaving ugly marks that could never be removed. I became stained. The Princess who was an omega and not just an omega, a wolfless omega. An empty shell, a box with no contents, a heart with no blood. Just an empty vessel. I wished so desperately to fill the empty space with something worth more than the haunting echoes of what should have been but that was not my fate. Instead the once beloved princess I was cast aside, thrust into a tower with no promise of a prince to rescue me. The only dragon that guarded me was my own mind, a sharp weapon which would slowly poison me. I thought nothing could save me... Perhaps it is still too late.

Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.

Cursed with the chains of an empath insight and vivid dreams, Willow Haywood has learned to live her life on the defense. Her world shatters when an ominous figure in her dreams leaves behind an omen that follows her into her waking hours. As Willow learns the beautifully dark secrets of her life she has no choice but to flee to unknown dimensions. Secrets, lore, and the one made of her soul await her. Haunting lives of the past beckon her due. This isn't the love story you know...

They walk among us. All three, living normal mortal lives. Cloe is graduating college; Lacey is getting married; Atria is bar-hopping and breaking hearts. Today, they are human. But they are also the three Fates—the all-powerful directors of human destiny. And they don't even know it. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos did not always take mortal form. They dwelt in the Cave, working the Loom, till something happened on Olympus that changed everything one day. Since then, they've roamed the earth and led thousands of lives throughout its history. The Fates may not remember who they are, for now... but their legacy is not to be forgotten. And their story is just begging to be told. *A Wattpad Featured story* *Winner of 2014 Watty Award – Best of Interactive Storytelling* [PG-13 for adult language, non-graphic sexual content, mature themes]

❝A wise man once said; the best way to get a girl is to make her jealous," I said. Adam raised an eyebrow. "You're not actually being serious, are you?" "Trust me on this," I smirked. "You'll have Vera eating out your palm by the end of three weeks." "And you think by being my fake girlfriend is going to do that?" Adam asked sceptically. "I don't think, I know," I said confidently.❞ • When Adam can't get Vera to go out with him, as his best friend, Caryl naturally feels obligated to help...by pretending to be his girlfriend. But what happens when faking feelings for Adam starts to become not so fake? All Caryl knows is that the last and worst thing she could possibly do is to fall for her best friend, especially since said best friend was pining over another girl who he claims is the 'love of his life'. Caryl started out wanting to help Adam and Vera get together, but will she end up tearing them apart instead?

"If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong." ― Masaru Emoto, Secret Life of Water **** This is for all my readers.