"Alice, take him and run and don't look back." And so she does. Alone on the road with a baby. A baby that is not her own. The tiny boy belongs to her best friend. The Luna to a life she left behind. And the heir to her dying pack. And now, he is Alice's only link to her past. When the Highmoon pack is over run by the Demon Alpha, like many packs before them,there was no chance the pack could win. The pack warriors were defeated, everyone was slaughtered and the Alpha is dead. As a last resort, the Luna entrusts the newborn heir of the pack to her best friend. Now it's up to Alice to keep him safe. Her new life consists only of keeping him alive at all costs. She promised her best friend she would keep him alive. Even if it means for fitting her own future. But how long can she remain unseen in the world of heightened senses and deadly attacks? And what the rogue Demon Alpha wants, he takes.

The first time Bryson Bernard walked into Halston Hall University, two girls dropped their coffees, one guy walked into a pole, and someone in the library moaned. I wish I was kidding. 𓍯 When Bryson Bernard transfers to Halston Hall, the entire campus changes overnight. With bedroom eyes, a perfect smile, and a body carved like sin itself, Bryson becomes an instant unhealthy obsession. Girls throw themselves at him. Guys bend over backwards to be him and his best-friend. Professors overlook the rules for him. Pretty privilege is full intact. But Brynn Winscott? She couldn't care less. She's too focused on her studies, until he takes a liking to her. And suddenly, the riot turns on her. The girls who once adored her now loathe her. The guys who tried to be his friend are now stalking her. The campus has turned on Brynn, and all because Bryson seems to want her. As the obsession intensifies, Brynn finds herself caught in a web of jealousy, hatred, and danger. And just when she thinks she can escape, she's pulled deeper into Bryson's world of twisted allure and destructive attention. [18+ Mature Warning] [Smut] [Mentions of drugs, alcohol, etc.]

Football players are assholes. I know - my brother is their king. Older and annoyingly overprotective, he's the star quarterback at Santa Cruz High School. I love him, but everyone worships the air he breathes and it's suffocating. After a traumatic experience with a quarterback three years ago, I want nothing to do with boys and dating. All that matters is getting into college, so I ace my classes and sign up for my school's student ambassador program to boost my applications. Thankfully, I have my best friend, Harper, to get me through high school being overshadowed by my brother. My plans for a quiet, low-key senior year are destroyed when my brother's cocky, arrogant rival keeps butting into my life. Logan Hightower is a total player who expects me to drool at his feet while he uses me to burn my brother's game. If he thinks I'll fall for his gorgeous looks and shallow charms, he's totally mistaken. He'll never succeed because I hate football players. Note: Some of the chapters have mature content, as marked. Swearing is blatantly rampant and sensitive chapters are marked with the associated trigger warnings. highest rankings: #1 lovestory, youngadult, quarterback, goodgirl, cute, texting, sports, slowburn, series, & California, highschool, teenager, teenfic, series, completed #2 romance This story is complete, edited, and totally revamped in 2023! -me

He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct. I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart. When I touched it, I woke him. Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me. Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root. He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb. I should run. But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping... I don't want to escape. I want more. -- Kamyawski

Aviana, born into a world as a witch where she is not seen very highly by the other species. Vampires use them for their magic, but Aviana is not all witch, and the vampire lord may be getting a bit more than what he asked for. "A witch, a human, and a vampire walk into a bar." My hands tightened around the glass in my hands. I have heard this joke too many times, and am not a big fan of the punch line. As a witch, you're not looked up to very much, more as a dog for the vampire creatures. Humans always say that there more useful because they need their blood making them safe, fucking blood bags.

"Join me," she murmured, her voice a seductive, low tone that carried on the still air. It was an invitation, a challenge, and a promise all rolled into one. She could feel his eyes on her, tracing the curve of her back, the swell of her hips just beneath the water's surface. The sight of her, bathed in moonlight, was a potent temptation. He remained motionless, a predator assessing his prey. The game had begun, and he knew that one wrong move could cost him everything. His jaw tightened, the muscle ticking. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension. Finally, a low growl rumbled from his chest. "You have no idea what you're asking," he said, his voice a dangerous caress. ༻❁✿❀༺ 𝐿𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜 𝒜𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏 It's a tale as old as time, once you make a deal with the devil. He's Ruthless. He's Cold. He's Vicious. He's Merciless. You'll never get ur soul back. In a world of corruption, he's the king. The man who controls the underworld with just his inked palms. Until he met his match. 𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓏 She's cunning. She's manipulative. She's selfish. She's seductive. In the darkest nights, she's a predator. Lurking in the shadow watching her prey. It's when she caught the eyes of the devil, that when she knows it won't end well for either of them. It was supposed to be so simple: Kill The Target. Temptation is the devil looking through the keyhole. Yielding is opening the door and inviting him in. And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. ༻❁✿❀༺ Trops: - Mafia Romance - Strong FMC/Grumpy MMC -Grumpy/Brat -Dark Themes - Spicy Scenes - Enemies to Lovers - Hate/Love

DARK ROMANCE!!! "Tsk." "See, what your disobedience did." He rasped in a mocking tone. His head tilted to the left as he peered down at her with a smirk so malicious, that one would immediately know that he was the cause of the disaster around her. Sasha scooted back in horror and turned around, she stood up on her trembling legs, and just as she took a few steps to get away from the monster behind her, she ended up facing him. He was pale, he had red eyes and he was everything but a gentleman. Only if that one unfortunate night, she didn't help him, hell wouldn't have cocooned her in its embrace. ********* Sasha Walton known as the kindest princess among the kingdoms was a twenty-two years old sunshine of her kingdom that once bloomed in glory. Every other person admired her because of her kind and friendly nature. With her kindness came her bravery...but with her kindness she ended up falling in the claws of a merciless beast who wasn't even a human to begin with. Ragnar, a king no one had ever seen but was feared by the whole world. He lurked in the shadows of the night and feasted on his enemies. He was known as the cruelest king and on one fortunate night, he came across someone so opposite to his world. He was intrigued and obsessed with her. He yearns to possess her, claim her, and captivate her in every possible way he can because little Sasha belongs to him. WARNING! This story contains a non-consensual relationship, a toxic male lead, and a lot of gore. 18+

Led by whispers, bound by madness It's not frightening to take a life, but what is terrifying is the power to change it completely. Forced by my parents and haunted by my actions, I never expected my life to take such a turn. But here I am, confined within the walls of the Grimstone Asylum, a facility for the mentally ill. Among them is he, the Mad Alpha, a legend wrapped in tragedy, trapped here for over a decade. They say he's insane, a danger to all, and they keep him hidden, lost in a haze of tranquilizers and wolfsbane. But what if the madness they claim is merely a facade? I've to know, for my own sake. [weekly updates]