male reader x stray kids Kiba is a handful when it comes to being an Idol. Although his tricky behaviour, JYP is determined for him to showcase his talents in a group called Stray Kids who have been looking for a 9th member. The Kids take him in happily, and plan to tie him down and force him to become an obedient and happy idol for the sake of their music and passions. However, Kiba continues to find trouble through love, fights and continous disobedience to the KPOP community. He struggles to find himself which might just cost the group their whole futures. How will he fix it all?

The loss of his first mate drives Alpha Eros to the extreme. Receiving her from death. The only thing he needs is his second mate who happens to be Aurora. Aurora Smith has given up on the werewolf world and joined the humans to become a world-famous star. A past full of rejection and abundance still hunts her and it gets only worse when Alpha Eros kidnaps her, claiming her as his weapon. He only needs her to get his beloved mate back, but fate always finds a way to screw us up. Even the most strongest Alpha in the country. ****This story contains violence, harsh language, and sexual content. Be warned****

Highest Rankings 1 in #mythicalcreatures 1 in #werewolvesandvampires 2 in #pack 2 in #2018 3 in #matebond 66 in #romance Small electric sparks run down the length of my body as I look into his cold grey eyes, the moonlight illuminating them further and they flash brighter. He stands a few yards away, with his fingers clenched and his jaw set. A gentle breeze blows his dark chocolate hair off his forehead, showing his angry brows and glaring eyes. A slight shudder runs down my spine as his eyes dance down my body shamelessly. I blush thinking how I had done the same. Suddenly he takes a step forward and on instinct I take many quick steps back, putting distance between us. My heartbeat picks up, thumping louder as my blood pumps faster throughout my body. He growls lowly in warning as I take more hesitant steps away. I turn to the side when two strong arms stop me, I struggle against their holds at first until, but a chilling growl stops everything in its path. Instantly the hands let go and the two men back off. "Why are you running?" A deep voice asks, he stands directly behind me, gently caressing my arm, running his middle finger up and down twice. With my lack of response he grasps my left arm, shaking me with black filled eyes. "Why." He growls. "...t-they agreed that once they're safely back to you, that I c-could leave." My voice is quiet, I look down at the dirt embarrassed at my stuttering. He grips my arm tighter causing me to look up into his dark grey eyes. "That agreement has changed, mate."

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

*A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY* Lola Lattimore is different to most wolves. She's faster, stronger, more powerful. She's dangerous. She is matched to the notorious Alpha Kaden Thorne, a grumpy, possessive wolf that she can't help but feel their bond pulling them together. And when a war that was ended almost a century ago begins to surface again, she is trusted by the moon goddess to unite all supernatural to beat it. But it may cost her everything. Awesome cover by - twenty nine - definitely check out her work!

I frown. "So you didn't want to kiss me, then?" Whoa there, why do you sound so desperate? "You wanted a kiss?" he smirked. "I didn't see you as the type of girl to ask for it. If you wanted one, why did you not just do it yourself?" "God, you are so confusing!" My eyes dart around the room. This has to be one of the most uncomfortable situations I have ever been in. - - - He's a beast who can't tolerate disobedience. She's a brat who can't tolerate control. What happens when the two are forced together by fate?

"I know I'm hot, but keep your legs closed, Mason." *** "Fuck you." I panted out at him. His mouth moved to my ear, sending a chill down my spine as he whispered. "I think the correct phrase is 'fuck me'." **** Contronym: Opposites in the same mold That's what Sylvia Mason and Finn Riley are. After moving to the highschool lacrosse capital of Connecticut to play men's lacrosse, Sylvia is faced with the pain in the ass Captain, Finn Riley. They both hate the very idea of the each other and can't even hold eye contact without making snide remarks. They both want the other gone no matter what but they also have undeniable similarities in their mannerisms. They are sheer opposites but they are also identical. He was her darkness but also her light.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Amazing cover by @GrimTragedies Highest Rank: #1 in Teen fiction Tristan's grasp tightens around my waist, while inching his face closer and closer to mine. He brushes his lips softly against mine, sending inevitable feelings running a marathon. "You're really tempting me Angel." He chuckles softly. "Do you always give into temptation?" I tease him "Nope. But I'm gonna make an exception." . ........... Meet Hailey Matthews. An average teenager, with good grades and top in her new school. But is she really a good girl?...Wait to find out... Tristan Wilder. The bad boy everyone fears. The guy every girl wants and has the perfect grades. He's perfect. What happens when these people's worlds cross? Tears will be shed. Hearts will be mended and hope will be regained. ........... #27 Teenfiction [21/07/2018] Ranks: #3 fighter [ 12/05/2018] #89 teenlove [12/05/2018] #7 humour [ 21/07/2018] This book still needs to be edited so excuse my grammar mistakes.. All rights reserved.