Your the world's deadliest women. You have a bounty on your head of 20 billion and rising. Your part of a mafia group from the USA called The Eagles. The Eagles are the deadliest mafia group yet but in need of some allies. Your name: Sarah Bell Lee Your mission: To allied with the Ice Dragons (one of the biggest mafia groups out there) and defeat The Red Snakes once and for all. *I don't own any of the KBTBB characters*

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

A girl and her beloved dog... Or should I say wolf- werewolf? Highest Ranking: #1 in Death; #36 in Werewolf: #4 in Wolf; #4 in War *COMPLETED* Katlyn's life changes when she adopts a large menacing wolf to be her pet. **** "How much for him?" I asked and was greeted by looks of disbelief from the staff. The dog growled softly and wagged his tail. His head swung back and forth as he looked at the three of us and he seemed to be assessing everything. "Woah looky there. Did Monster just wag his tail? We nicknamed him that." The staff member a woman asked and the dog growled and his tail dropped. I laughed softly and the dog lolled out its tongue and walked toward me. The handler grunted and tried to pull him back. "Damn I can't hold him." The guy gasped as Monster lurched forward and the catch-pole was ripped from the guy's grasp. I yelped as the huge mutt came running at me. "Watch out!" The woman staff yelled but my eyes had already closed as I cowered waiting for impact. No point in running. **** Read to find out what happens! Please remember to vote and comment and share! © Mykayla Wideman 2017