Olivia finally turns 18, which where she's from is highly dreaded. When you turn 18 you either get yourself sent to a dominant or get a submissive. In Olivia's case she gets sent to a dominant, Hunter Elliott is a very rich dominant, she got lucky in that department. What else does Willowdale have in store for the couple's future?

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***WATTPAD VERSION. There is a revised version available on Amazon*** [Melkin Series book #1] ════════════════ "Travis?" I asked as softly as I could. He smiled, tweaking the corners of his mouth up. If my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness by now, I wouldn't have caught it. "You're like heaven from the view in hell," he said. ════════════════ Lacey Carson dreamed of experiencing the exciting world outside of the mundane town her father limited her to. Then she met Travis Miller, who was a little more adventure than she was ready for. Join her as she learns about the ups and downs of independence, her own strength, and the gang world she quickly becomes immersed into.

“Don’t you know? I get what I want, whenever I want. Nothing will stop me from having you, not even your family.” He smirks. I shudder knowing how true his words were but not wanting to accept it. ******* He gets what he wants. Nothing stops him from getting her. After all, who would when they know their life will be at risk. Lucca Stone is someone you would never want to meet. This cold billionaire is the devil himself with no emotions whatsoever. Tormenting people mercilessly is his favourite hobby. But there’s more to him that not all knows… After all, there is always a back story to why one is the way they are now. Rose Steele just happens to stumble upon him at the most disadvantaged time. From then on she feels lust, pain, jealousy and love. Why must the innocent and vulnerable suffer when they have already suffered from before? Can her heart bear the weight of another betrayal? Thus, this begins the pain journey for Rose and whether or not she wants to escape his overbearing, controlling self.

"One" he says going a little faster. He sits back up and goes deeper. "Twwooo" i moan out. "Threee" and i let loose. I scream out his name. I feel him fill the condom up inside of me. He groan out yelling out curse words. He leans back down. "You, baby girl, i love you"

Adeline is sold by her parents to a group of gorgeous rich guys who live in a massive mansion. Used for sex, she gets a lot more than she bargained for.

"My, my, love. Are you sure you want to leave such a cruel world behind?" Far beyond the horizon, clouds gathered-throbbing, budding, menacing. Time was slipping through their fingers. "What can be worse than this?" A slow, wicked smile split his face in two. Oh how delightfully wild he looked! So wild, so dangerous. He stretched out a hand. She took it without hesitation. And that, dear friends, is how she dug her own grave. #book1 in the cursed artefact's series This is a Rewrite of Demetre!

"You were made for me," he says while stroking my cheek. "You belong to me." He threads his fingers through my hair, then yanks my hair back making me gasp and look into his amber orbs. "But if you so much as talk to another man, I'll punish you. Then you will sit and watch me kill him. Slowly." I knew he was serious. Alpha Landyn Westman was always serious. LeeAna Harrison was 17 when she first met her mate, Landyn Westman. He was 18 and the star of the school considering he was the next alpha. Landyn has been waiting for his mate since he was a kid. She couldn't avoid him forever, and he will never let her go. WARNING: This is not a cliché werewolf story. The first ten chapters are dark. Prepare to feel mixed emotions. You have been warned. ** IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE OR A CHILD THEN DONT READ THIS STORY** Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

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