Time. Will Cage thought he had plenty of that until he could find a way to show his best friend and mate, Kiara, that he was the best choice- the only choice- for her. Then he showed up. Brad Andrews. A supernatual bounty hunter and the guy Kiara has suddenly ditched him for. Now Will has to get her back before he loses her permanently, which is exactly what Brad is aiming for.

THIS IS ONLY A SAMPLE, you can read the rest on Radish and Anystories. "If you don't want me to claim you as mine, little wolf, lock all your doors and shut every window. I'm a reasonable alpha, I'll understand." He'd rejected her first, no way was she letting him waltz past her defenses and right into her heart. So she locked all her doors, shut her windows and locked those too for good measure. But when night came he didn't just show up at her door- he broke through the window too. Because for her, he'd never be reasonable.

"Why is he so angry?" Arius asked as he ran, his face a calm mask, breathing surprisingly even. The only thing that betrayed the supernatural speed in which he was running at was his curly log hair, which whipped wildly behind him, displaying all the sharp perfect angles of his pale inhumanly beautiful face. There was no sign of sweat, anxiety or disorientation. Far too graceful for person fleeing for his life. I, on the other hand probably looked like a mess. From behind us came another ground-shaking roar, not as far off as the previous one. He was getting closer. "What else did you expect when you kidnap an alpha's mate?" I asked him. He raised a brow. "I suppose you have a point. But what I don't understand is why you're running too, Mrs. Alpha." Two new alphas in the area, half the pack, my best friend, my new fae acquaintance, everyone seems against me getting together with Kane Wilder. Even Kane himself. It might not be all bad, if a group of ancient supernatural beings weren't also trying to kill us.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

"Please . . . don't cry. You had to have known I'd do this at some point." *** Parker Sims is the class clown but that doesn't mean he's easy to fool. And that's just what Nola B. is good at - fooling people. She's got the whole school believing that her scars, bruises, and broken bones are from being clumsy. However, Parker sees through the lies. He knows there's another reason why she flinches at the touch of other people, the way she's alert and watchful, how she wears long sleeves (even in the middle of the summer), or even the way she keeps losing weight, staggering to an unhealthy size. Parker saw all the signs; it killed him from the inside out to know what she was going through. So, he called the cops and reported his suspension that Nola was being abused. That was a total joke, he found out... Parker thought of everything in the book but each attempt, to get someone to notice she was being abused, failed - epically. He'd no other options . . . except for one thing. . . Kidnap her - take her away from whoever was abusing her; give her the life she deserves. It was a crazy idea, and he knew it - that's exactly why he shook the idea out of his head. . . That was until he saw her come to school with a black eye and limping while holding her sides. Parker snapped and did the one thing he swore he'd never do- Kidnap Nola B., for her own protection. *** Warning: Contains abuse and harsh language.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.