Athena Bolvard was happy. Married to the love of her life with her career in modeling peaking, she had everything she could have ever wanted. Life was at its best. It couldn't get any better than this. That is until she finds out her husband had been straying behind her back, with none other than her husband's first love. Alissa Myers. Heartbroken, Athena sets out to heal the hurt Alexander has inflicted on her. She never takes into account that along the way, she may just find another person to fill the void her husband left behind in the form of well-established artist, Ethan Haynes. * Ethan Haynes has never met anyone as timid yet fiercely determined as Athena -formerly Bolvard, currently Lorens, possibly future Haynes if he had any say about it- was. There was no other word for it. He was infatuated. Newly divorced, he understood it would be a long while before Athena even considers opening her heart to anyone again. But that's alright. He was fine with waiting. She was worth the wait. He was sure of it. All he knew was that he'd do everything in his power to ensure she won't be the one that got away.

Gorgeous cover by @DNB2k16 There comes a time when you get used to the pain. You don't feel hurt nor surprised anymore. You just stop caring altogether. I don't know what other's think of it, but to me it's convenient. It's good that I don't act weak anymore and bawl my eyes out at every twitch. I feel content because I can make the people who hurt me pay back for it with interests. I used to be innocent and forgiving but now, my eyes have opened. I have experienced it several times that some people do not deserve mercy, but I chose to look the other side. However, as they say, there comes a time, a person in your life who changes everything. You love them. You adore them. You act your best to please them and on the dark side, you can't forgive the ones who put even a scratch on them. That person came in my life too, but this time, I couldn't look the other side and forgive and forget those who took him away from me. My only strength. My only warmth. My only person. I may be obsessed, but I don't care. For me that person has always been more than a soul mate and a beloved. He is my LIFE. And what do you when your life is endangered? You do not sit still. You strive to survive and if instincts call for it, then you attack! I learned my lesson. I'm not going to simply let it go. I'm not going to be merciful. I'm not going to value stupid sacred bonds of my race. I'm not going to think about my mission. I'm only going to do what I'm supposed to do to get him back. I'm not going to hold back anymore and if the situation arises then I'll go against anyone even if he is the King of Werewolves. I will use anyone if it means I can get one step close to him. I don't mind shedding blood anymore because I can overcome any fear, but not the fear of losing him. I won't let any bond hold me back anymore. The only bond I care about is with him. The one I chose for myself. The bond of pure love and hope. "The day will come soon when we'll reunite again. I promise."

Hunter Reign. King of all werewolves. Dangerous. Killing Machine. Mystery. Power. Those are the words my people say when they talk about him. No one ever saw him, but we've all heard of his story. No one dared to upset him. No one dared to cross his borders. No one dared to hurt his people. After all, he was also known to protect what was His.

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

when your past knocks at the door, old wounds will resurface, past weakens you, many doubts and secrets are unveiled, drama will knock you out, questions will be asked, rejects will hold the power to break and the once in power will be begging for mercy, for one last chance to redeem themselves. Entered : Wattys 2019 (vote for my story under fantasy category)

Daniel grew up under the tyranny of the most vicious alpha the world has seen in half a millennium. Emotions were weaknesses, weaknesses were threats, and threats were always eliminated. Hardened into the rogue she is today, she continues to do the only thing she knows; she fights. Fights for a better life for her son; fights for the justice she believes is due; fights to not get distracted by an alpha who claims they share an unbreakable bond. Distractions, however, are hard to ignore and are not always wise to. Some distractions can end your life, and some can save it. All Daniel has to do is decide which type of distraction Adrian is, and the clock is ticking. "Out of suffering have emerged the strongest of souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." ~Khalil Gibran

The only thing worse than one liar, is two.

Every werewolf dreams of finding their mate. Some can go a lifetime without finding the other half of their soul. Tabitha is the Betas daughter and not only finds her mate, Daniel, the next Alpha but is rejected by him for another. Heart broken and miserable, Tabitha tries to rebuild her life that doesn't include her mate. But seeing him happy every day with another woman is making it harder. Will she ever find another to be happy with?

Selene Lykos is a disgraced princess. She's the last survivor of a murdered dynasty and the rightful Queen, but she lives among her enemies, trapped and with no choice but to smile and obey. Every night, she dreams of freedom, of a life away from the betrayal and intrigue that constantly surround her, but escape seems like an unattainable fantasy. When the chance to break her chains finally arrives it demands an unexpected price, one that comes in the form of ruthless warlord Alpha Kaspian. || WATTYS 2018 LONGLISTED ||

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. __________________________________________ It was odd, seeing them tremble. Their necks long, bowed in submission. She could smell their tears, hear them dripping from their cheeks, the crisp leaves of autumn resting on the forest floor catching them in their brittle fingers. Their sobs, hiccups, echoing in the silent area, just beyond the perimeter of the Giant Sequoia; whispers of pleading for life, bubbling off trembling, desperate, lips. Her stomach rolled; disgust grew in a pit in her abdomen. Fury built like a storm in her stomach, a growl building in her throat she couldn't contain- she didn't want to contain. She couldn't help but spit at their feet, feeling her nails grow on shaking hands. She would enjoy their deaths, she would feed on their carcasses. This was going to be a massacre. She would be re-born, in blood. Highest rating: 75-werewolf 5/20/20 #1-strong female character 6/7/2020 #1- torture 6/15/2020 #3- insane 8/31/2020 #2- alpha female 1/26/2020