"Congratulations sweetheart. You survived our full moon." ~Ranked: #902 in Fanfiction on 24/12/17~

❝IF YOU'RE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME, THAT'S HOW I WANNA GO.❞ [ sweet pea x oc ] [ rated m for swearing, drinking, etc. ] highest rankings - #5 in southsideserpents #1 in fangs #1 in alicecooper

What was I doing? This was not me? He pushed me up higher against the tree. My legs were forced to wrap around his hips to provide stability. I could feel his rough hand on the back of my thighs rubbing in small circles. It felt so damn good. His warm, moist lips were sucking, nibbling, kissing my neck relentlessly. I couldn't stop the moan that left my mouth as he nibbled on my sweet spot. This man was a god. "Kitten you are mine. Your body, your heart and your soul was designed for me. Nobody can have you but me, " he growled before taking my lips between his. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xander was ruthless. He was powerful. He was king of the werewolves. Ruling a species for over a decade without a mate at his side he became the villain in your children's stories. When his wrath was unleashed you would be quivering in fear for the rest of your life if you were lucky enough to escape. When Alexandra moves into town he know she was his but here is the catch. She is a human. Will she accept Xander and accept his world or will she reject him and his love leading to the downfall of the lycan race?

"What are you doing?" I asked as he brushed his hands down my waist and to my thighs. "You're mine now" was all he said as he touched in between my legs. He knocked me out with chloroform. When I awoke I was chained to the bed and a gag in my mouth. How did I get here? Why was I used like this? I know why.... I'm my alphas slave. Please read, vote and comment. All the ideas, the plot, and characters are mine please don't copy. Thanks.

My life was as normal as it could get. I had an amazing brother, a great home, friends. And ambition. And if I'm being fairly honest, it was how I've always wanted it to be. But the truth cannot be hidden over the fact that I was a werewolf, and the daughter of a deceased beta. And...also, that I've found my mate. The absolute ruler of the werewolf kingdom. Oh, and not to mention the apparent accusation of the whole 'witch' shenanigans. You're probably thinking: 'oh wow!' And trust me, I know. At only Seventeen, you'd expect my priority of worries is making it through senior year. I wish I could tell you that I won't make mistakes. But I know I will. I'm not some courageous heroin that's amazingly gorgeous, with a perfect mindset, and can sword-fight, or do karate of some sort. Heck, I can't even doge a volleyball! What more an actual knife? But of there's one thing i can tell you, is that I was scared. Scared of failing, Scared of letting down everyone I know and love, and scared of thinking I can change him. I was scared of letting my heart fall into the wrong hands. His hands.

"yoυ do вelong тo мe. yoυr ѕoυl. yoυr вody. yoυr мιnd. yoυr everyтнιng вelongѕ тo мe, poppy. ι alwayѕ geт wнaт ι wanт." (Complete) ©All Rights Reserved

Highest Rank: #233 in Werewolf His mouth left neck, and expecting him to kiss me again, I looked up at him critically. My head was still swirling, and my thoughts were all over the place. "You are mine and only mine," he declared huskily. "I don't want that guy touching you again." "Jealous, are we?" I inquired, a smirk forming on my face. "I'm just protecting what's mine," he answered nonchalantly though I saw his fists clench. At his words, my thoughts came into focus, and I was flooded with common sense. Who the hell was he to tell me who I could and couldn't be intimate with? I am not his! *************************************************** Being 15 in her Sophomore year of high school, Rennaline had never really focused on boys. Her attention was really on learning the basis of Hungarian before she went to Hungary over the summer, keeping a 4.0 GPA, and singing. It also didn't help that no one seemed to like her, and the boys weren't that cute. When she meets Jaden Vallor, her whole world is flipped upside down. At first glance, he seems like the typical flirt, and she constantly wants to wring his neck, but Rennaline is going to discover that he is something much bigger than that. And it's going to change her life forever.

Ziara Ale, a normal teenage girl, well as normal as Ziara could get. She's short, clever, and curvy. If there is one thing to know about Ziara it's that she knows of the existence of werewolves. Little did she know that her acknowledgement of werewolves would change her life forever. Theodulus Isbrand, The Alpha King, the one and only. He's mean, ruthless, and handsome. He's lived been living for 2315 years without a mate. He gave up on finding a mate a long time ago. That caused his heart to grow hard, cold, and ruthless. What happens when he finds out that Ziara is his long awaited mate?

All I ever known was that werewolfs were cruel, definitely the Alphas. But what's bad is that I'm human and my mate is a werewolf Alpha

***TRIGGER WARNING: this book contains an actual SERIOUS and ACCURATE picture of mental illness and many other things abusive parents, self harm, etc*** small disclaimer: this book is completely unedited and contains spelling/grammar errors. Highest Ranking: #1 ♡♡♡ "Did you're sister tell you anything about mates?"He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me.I nod in response. "Okay, how much do you know?" "That mates are made for each other."I answer him softly. "Do you know who your mate is?"Tyler asks me. My heart sinks and I look down at my feet and nod slowly. He takes my chin in his hand and tips it up so I look at him in the eye. "Who's your mate, darling?" "Y-you are."I stutter. "Good girl."He smirks before moving his hands to wrap around my waist and pulls me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him."And you know why I gave you this?" He moves my hair off my shoulder to reveal his bite mark.He traces around the teeth marks lightly with the tip of his finger, causing electricity to run throughout my body.The smirk on his face proves that he knows the affect he has on me. "It's to show that you're mine."Tyler says."That you belong to me,every little inch of you.That no one else will ever touch you the way I do,you're mine."