❝The more you hide your feelings for someone, the more you fall for them.❞ * Beta Ezra Harland gives a new definition to the words 'Tall, Dark and Handsome'. His bad boy ways, sweet as fuck charms, horny as hell Beta-blood and big heart make him the most irresistible combination to walk the earth. The cherry on the icing-filled cake? He's half-Saudi Arabian and half-Brazilian and sinfully sexy as a result. The worst part of it all? He KNOWS it. High school is over and Ezra is almost done with this Mates business. When he's reluctantly coerced into going to College, the last thing he expects is to run into his only childhood nemesis, the little girl who's life he'd once made hell. The same little girl who's now no longer a little girl, but is all ALPHA. And the funniest thing of it all? it seemed that she is his Soulmate. It's time for Ezra's story. * Ezra's PoV: "Oh my Goddess! Out of all the people in the world, it's Ezra Harland!" She sighs quietly in shock and her melodic voice sends goose-pimples racing down my bare arms. The sound of my name in her tongue almost makes me fall to my knees right there. Abort mission. Abort mission! Seneca and Micajah gasp, and the meaning of her words finally register past the thick fog in my brain. I cross my arms across my chest, glowering at her shocked expression without missing a beat, "Out of all the people in the world, I can't believe it's you, either." I snap, rolling my eyes. "I have no idea in what way the Goddess thought we were ever gonna be a good couple." "I second that." "Good, there's something we agree on." Nyah shakes her head, standing up. "It was nice talking to you, Micajah. And see you around, too, Alpha Mordecai." She grabs her cell phone off the table and leaves, brushing past me in a hurry. The tingles on my chest where her shoulder brushed against me? They're real. Man, I'm so screwed.

BOOK 2 in the White Fire Series: Fire trumps ice, or so it seems when the Fire King becomes victorious in his plan to help the Slynathis Rebels kill the Ice King. With a new King on the throne, anything is possible. Anya, Prince Sebastian and Luca are on the run from the new Ice King and decides to head North where the Prince can promise them a safe haven while working on reclaiming the throne. In a new tribe full of chilly stares and whispers, Anya must keep her identity a secret or else their location will be discovered. With the help of new associates, they learn that their greatest weapon lies on the Mountain of Ire: a hidden cave that houses the winter stone in its purest form. And on the mountain, is rumored to be a man who can teach them how to master the stone. Anya has barely mastered the art of wielding white fire and now has to conquer the art of wielding the powers within the winter stone. If she fails, she will loose everything, but if she is successful, she will be a FORCE to reckon with...

Yeah... I decided to rewrite this. I was working on this story until it got deleted.... Good bye twenty something original chapters. Anyways Lucy is wife of a demon, not just any demon, END. This lovey duo of husband and wife get into loads of trouble, for many reasons!

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

(A Leon Walden Story--Sequel to Life as Told by Nerdy) One word. One broken promise. One fateful night. That was all it took to lose her. And I knew we'd never be the same. I wanted to touch her face, hold her hand, to see her smiles again-even if I knew they weren't for me to keep. Now I'm back to square one. I'd make her mine again. But first, I've got to learn how to date a nerd.

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION I am Aramis Rayne. Immortal. Full-time familiar. Short-term goal: Rescue my boss from total annihilation. And how to do that? I'm going to need a miracle.

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil. I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds impossible? You haven't seen the worst part yet.