* WARNING: There is a significant amount of sexual activity within this story, please be wary of the explicit content * Elise brought a hand across his face, he couldn't do anything about it. He knew very well how Yonah's felt about fragile women, Xenia being the most fragile girl he had ever known. "You're a piece of shit," she spat at him. He was well aware of what he was doing. He didn't want to give her away, but he could ensure her safety in New York, as well as prevent her from evolving due to her heartbroken state. He didn't want things to be that way. In fact, he started falling for her long ago. Xenia... made him feel like his duties as the prophetic destructor wasn't the only thing he was created for. She found more in him. She knew him like no one else could have. She understood him without knowing all the minor details. "Just keep her away from me," he said impassively. Elise scowled at him. "If she didn't care so much about you I'd kill you," she spat. Did Elise love Xenia? More than a friend? More than like a sister? This made Alaric jealous. He clenched his jaw. "You're in love with her too." Elise dabbed her eyes with her thumbs. "No. She's just... she's so important to me and you've ruined her with your stupid Yonah charm!" No denial could escape the truth. He knew when she came to California for her birthday to visit Xenia that she was in fact very possessive of Xenia. He thought there was previous chemistry between the two, but Xenia told him everything she knew about Elise. It was plain to see, they had managed to form an awkward love triangle between Yonah male and Yonah female. Why was everyone trying to take Xenia from him? She was his, whether they were made to destroy each other or not. She would always be his. "Keep her away from me," he repeated. Elise gave him a long glare. Satisfaction rippled in her gaze. She was glad he was exiting Xenia's life. Little did Elise know, he'd be back.

"What happened?" he asked sternly. She sat still and made sure her hood was covering her bruised cheek. He noticed her unease like no one else. "Nothing." She answered. He mentally noted the scratchy sound in her voice. He carefully walked towards her while shaking his head. "Who is hurting you?" WARNING: Adult content, strong language, violence, and a lot of sexual content. This story is graphic and may be too intense for some readers. I suggest readers 17 and older. Read at your own risk.

As an Omega, the lowest-rank werewolf in any pack, Claire is confident her smoking hot Alpha can't be her mate. But she's wrong -- not just about him, but also about her place in the werewolf world. ***** Adopted into a family of Omegas, the lowest-ranking werewolves in the Mistwood Valley pack, eighteen-year-old Claire Masters is more concerned with her schoolwork and her adorable little brother than pandering to pack politics. But when Nathanial Groves, the pack's inescapably attractive Alpha, steps into her life, her entire world is thrown into disarray. Because Claire can't help feeling drawn to him -- irresistibly so -- and it's distracting her from the growing danger looming over her town and her family. A mate is the last thing she has time for, but can Nate be ignored? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

READ LAMENT OF THE TRAITOR KING, THIS VERSION IS A POOR SECOND DRAFT. LEAVE THIS VERSION AND READ MONSTER'S KISS A tender sacrifice. "Be careful what you wish for." Ash's voice rubbed inside of Netta's mind, intimate and subtle in sinister, double intent. "I take pride in making you regret your many wants, desires - Master." As a child, Netta had made a wish upon a Monster. It was too late before she realized that not all imaginary friends can be forgotten. And that she was not safe from her boogeyman. A Human's lifetime after being disowned from her family, Netta discovers that believing in a dark fairytale may not be the worst fate she could suffer from. Her people still fear discovery by humans. Or their destruction, at the hands of the very creatures which they take their power from. And the death they once brought to mankind. Magic is decaying, and the world seems no longer a place for Witches or Monsters. In this numb cold, Netta discovers that no matter how far she has run from It, she cannot escape Ashwood as much as she cannot run forever away from her own kind. The only way to survive may be to make a deal with her very personal devil.

MEET JAZMINE she was the untouchable standing at 5'7 with her milk chocolate skin..a smile to die for deep dimples on display and her slim thick body. Jazmine knew she was a beautiful.. but she wasn't cocky she was very laid back very out spoken..but most importantly she was down to earth.. she always was a book smart girl head always in her books determined to never become a statistic so she finished school and got her degree and put it to use working as a nurse at new York hospital. i no your wondering wheres the lucky man in this woman's life but unlike most of her friends she just wasn't that type of female to just fall in love with a drug dealer...{winks} that until she met him.......