When you are fighting for the freedom of your people, falling in love with your enemy is not a great idea. Or is it? Ayla has to defend her castle and her people all on her own, with nobody to help her but a dark warrior she hates with all her heart.

~*Requires MAJOR editing, read with this in mind*~ Wolf's Creek is a small town in the heart of Pennsylvania where the inhabitants unknowingly live side by side with a large pack of werewolves. This town is where A.J Smith has called home thinking she had the normal life of a sophomore in high school, but all that changes on the night of her 16th birthday. When the moon rises into the sky her hair blanches, her skin becomes fair, and her eyes resemble liquid mercury. As if this wasn't enough she learns that the people she believed were her parents really aren't. Darren Alaric is the son of the alpha of the Wolves Peak pack. He's arrogant, hot tempered, possessive, and the most notorious playboys of the school. But underneath his tough exterior lies scars and pain he allows very few to see. When all of his friends have found their mates he becomes jealous and irritated that he has yet to find his. But when he meets A.J things take a different turn. What will happen when A.J's true identity is discovered and a large group of hunters begin to target the pack? Will they be able to protect the ones they love most or will the hunters come out on top?

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (:

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

Mia Hastings was never one to follow the rules. Her brother knew it, her best friend knew it. Everyone knew it. She lives for the moment, doing whatever she feels and thinking of the consequences later. Her main goal in life is to live it. Mia’s brother’s best friend Drake O’Connell was never big on rules. The judge who sentences him to 2 years in prison knew it. He is known for being the badboy, partying and womanising. His charm, good looks and obnoxious behaviour made his life pretty easy and his main goal in it was to have fun. He had lost 2 years of his life locked up, so he was determined to make up for lost time. So when these two people are thrown together, both without a care in the world, issues of their own and more secrets than an episode of Pretty Little Liars, you can expect a story full of laughs, tears, arguments and felonies. They might be breaking the law, but both Mia and Drake are about to find out that when it feels wrong, it is ALWAYS more fun. ©makeandoffer

Rachel knows that if she gets caught, she might as well be dead.Although if she is caught, she is going to wish that she was. Death isn't even the worst of her problems.People are hiding secrets, she is too, only a few know, and some may end up dead.She is supposed to kill them, not save them, nor trust them.With people getting closer to the truth, Rachel might just have to start doing things she never thought she would do, or even capable of doing. ~I'm bleeding out, and sooner or later I will fall unconscious.The gun wound hurt, and I wanted to sleep, but I knew that I had to get her to him. ~~Fighting what I knew, and what I know now. Fighting to be with the one that I love. Fighting to stay alive. This is a complicated love, it's hard, but I will do anything to stay with him. The Hunters are getting closer, and I keep having to get them off of my back and his. Sneaking around used to be my thing, it still is, but life loves throw new challenges in my way. Discovering more secrets, and finding out more of who I am. Taking care of mom, and Jake, and making time for my friends, finding time for him. Or he finding me is how it usually works. So much to do, only there doesn't seem to be enough hours in a day. (Sequel to Enslaved to the Vampire Prince and Falling In Love. What!!!)

"Bambola," Lorenzo warned," Put the spoon down. I'm scared shitless" He taunted. "Vaffanculo," I snarled (Fūck you) He chuckled," You already have." Taking my spoon armed hand, he lowered it. His touch made me feel weak at knees. Stupid Lorenzo. "Get out Lorenzo," I growled," You are not wanted here." "Come back to me, cioccolato ," He whispered looking me straight into my eyes. It's something I haven't seen in a while. His eyes were pleading and somewhat sincere. He quickly hid them leaving me looking into lifeless steel grey eyes. "No," Before I realized what was happening, he had a fist full of my hair. I groaned in pain. "You want me drag you out bombola?" He let out a low growl. "Fucking try culo(ass)" I kneed him in the crotch. ∆============∆ ❝For They Had A Love No One Can Understand.❞ Highest Rank: #5 in Romance Cover By @hindering Not Edited Excuse The Grammatical Errors Mature Readers. 16+ If You No Like It, Then You No Read It!