"I don't care if you're a girl, a boy or a god damned gold fish. You're mine and that's all that matters to me." --- Logan Mercier, Crowned Prince of the Wolves and Alpha of the Red tooth pack. He's your stereotypical bad boy but with a heart of gold. He never expected to meet his mate while he was hanging upside down in a tree but things never go as planned do they? Achilles Morgan, nicknamed Wraith for his uncanny ability to get out of even the worst situations and book lover. He steals and he cheats but hes never been caught. Until he is. The outspoken omega never wanted a mate. He was fine being alone until he was offered a deal of a lifetime. Two months in the house of the people he hates most is the price of his freedom, is it worth it? The Prince And The Convict. Who'd Have Thought They'd Be A Matching Pair? ---- | CAUTION | - This story contains relations between two MEN. If you aren't a fan of LGBT Stories, then Something From Nothing ISN'T for you.

Timmy is a werewolf. Happy and innocent, but no member of the pack, since the Alpha decided that he was a "weakling" and not even worth the place of an Omega. He didn't mind. The pack loved him anyways and the hardships of his childhood, caused by cruel and jealous kids didn't really reach him. He never understood why people were mean to him and together with Buddy he figured one day that sometimes people are strange. Timmy never thought that he would have a mate. The Alpha always told him he was not worthy having a mate, and so he took his fate like everything else: With a shrug. Until one day changed everything.

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

ALERT!!! READ CINDERELLA MY ASS FIRST. BELIVE ME GUYS, IT'S BETTER THAT WAY. But then you can just ignore me and then regret it later. _____ Insomnia, depression and what's worse, he had absolutely no appetite. Things couldn't get any worse for him. Yet when life had already made him hit rock-bottom, there was nothing left to lose anymore. Thrown into such situation, a young man who wasn't in the best mental condition, suddenly got nicknamed Midnight and found himself visiting the same girl over and over again every night in her backyard. The girl being the same one he had had a crush on years ago. The problem is... This girl has no idea who he is, nor did he have any intention to let her know. In such situation a question arises: How do I make her like me back?

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

Noah Collins is pregnant. Who's child? None other than the CEO of one of the biggest companies himself, Liam Prince. Though, Noah has yet to tell the father to be, for fear losing his child. So when the CEO becomes his boss, how will Noah hide his fatherhood from him?

"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself. "Huh?" He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying." "No I'm not." "Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing." Isaac's nerves began to rise a bit, but maybe it was because of the alcohol that he wasn't terrified, "Yes. Exactly that." He agreed. "Even if our lips-" Zaviers lips brushed his, increasing his heart rate rapidly. It didn't last long, but it was enough to send Isaac's mind into a frenzy. "-brushed like this, you wouldn't feel anything." Isaac couldn't trust his voice, so just nodded, being full aware of the fact his cheeks were most definitely glowing red. "You lie a lot Isaac." Zavier whispered against his lips and leaned closer, making it look like he was about to close the gap. Isaac's eyes closed, expecting a pair of lips to meet his, but he was instead met with a bit of breeze from Zavier leaning backwards. A story where two boys find they have more in common than they'd like to think.

Caffeine deprived, stressed out college kid, Stephan, knows his barista hates him because the guy tells him so on the label of his cup every, single day. So why then does the bottom of the cup say something entirely different...? Wattpride featured selection!

He stood up and turned back to me. My breath hitched but I can't see his face. Till now, I didn't observe the cap on his head. He lowered his head and the cap didn't give access to me. He sauntered to my direction. I'm scared, my heartbeat increased with his every step; it may blast at any moment. His tall, lean frame sexily strolling but I felt he looks... He stood in front of me, my heart thundered hastily. At the corner of my heart, I just want to run away but Deep's words rang in my head. I still can't see his face. A sudden chill breeze touched my skin making me chuttering more. I tighten the grip on my arms to feel warm but there is of no use. He took off the cap with his left hand, adjusting his hair with the other hand. I got a glimpse of his face which looks very familiar. Finally, he raised his head. 'Oh, my biriyani, Deep... No, wait...' I closed my eyes. 'Anu, come out your Dream King and focus on your Rockstar,' I opened my eyes and saw Anup but still, he looks like Deep, even the jaw mole was the same. I scrutinized, rubbing my left eye and gaped him but still, I can see only Deep. His intense gaze meandered me from top to bottom. Anup is none other than Deep. I want to lean onto the sofa, so I moved back. "Ahaaaaaaaaa..." I screamed feeling the icy water. My mind blocked and can't grasp the situation can't breathe, feeling cold and scared. 'Didn't I sit on the sofa? Then how I was thriving in the water? ' I was screaming like hell but he just stood like a statue. °°° So, what is this confusion? Is he Anup or Deep? To find out more please enter into this musical journey of Rockstar's Teddy Bear. Love 💕 April Melody 🎶

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')