01 in Short story [15-01-17] ❝he left her, but why?❞ In which Eva lived a perfect life until her fiancé left her. He left her without giving a reason. [Told through a series of text messages, voicemails] (cover : calalu)

••• It's been seven years since he rejected me to be with an alpha female. It's been four years since I left my pack. Finally after much persuasion, I decided to come back, well-just for the annual summer alpha gala. And that's when it all changes. ••• Odetta has spent the last few years running from her past. From a mate that rejected her and a family that wants to help her. She's perfectly content living away from them and trying to heal until she decides to go back home. Just for a bit. In comes the handsome Alpha Casper, a man she can't seem to stand, and his son, a little boy sweeter than honey itself. Could they be the prefect distraction from a broken heart? ••• [Status: Complete.] [Word Count: 60,000-80,000]

Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack. Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story. Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him. Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.

River-rose thinks what her and her high school sweetheart has is love, but when she's told she needs to marry a complete stranger all of that changes. Hayze is only 24 and owns his own thriving architectural business. After a business problem, his father puts together a deal to earn back what the law firm had lost him. He's offered the chance to marry a young, beautiful girl who he had seen once before and he already knew he would adore. He wanted to know what being loved by her would feel like, so he accepted. When he finds out that River already has a boyfriend, the guilt eats away at him. Little did he know, that by marrying her, he was saving her and in return getting a little bit of love back. Along the way River is shown what real love is and she can't help but fall in love all over again. Started: May 5th, 2018 Finished: December 8th, 2018 Fully published: May 13th, 2019

"Rose." His blue eyes staring into my dark brown ones with no emotion shown on his face. My eyes widened slightly in surprise. "X-Xavier." I stuttered. • • • • • Evelyn Rose Valentino also known as Eve, just moved to New York City with her best friend Tiffany to start a new life. Meeting new people, doing new things, until she meets someone unexpected from her past one night at a club. Xavier King. Xavier King, gang leader of The Kings. Ruthless, cold, and terrifying is what people call him. All girls go crazy for his killer smirk and Greek god body. He never had a relationship, changes girls like he changes his shirt, all until someone he never once forgotten showed up at his club. Someone that shows a different side of him. His Rose.

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

He was a cruel King, but he would bow down to her. He had the darkest of beasts inside of him, but she could tame him. He had no soul, no morals, no heart, yet he loved her with every fiber of his being. She was his Queen.

Dominic Valentine (pronounced Valen-teen) Giossi was the head of a very powerful Italian crime syndicate based in Little Italy...New York. At 30 years old he'd gained the respect of the family heads as well as the Russians and Greeks. He was fair but ruthless in his business dealings; he demanded loyalty from those that worked for him. It didn't matter if you were house staff all the way up to his second; you didn't go against the famiglia. His father passed away when he was 20 and all the biological family he had left was his mother, Valentina Giossi. She was a good, caring mother and she understood the business enough not to interfere but she also wanted Dominic to settle down with a good girl. This is the story of when fates collide and do you fight it or ride it out to see where it takes you? And would she be the 'more' that he was so desperately looking for? THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE. 18+ READERS ONLY. The character names and a lot of the places are fictional and any likeness they represent is purely coincidental.

* "It is finally time for me, King of the Alphas, to come out of the darkness of my misery and awaken. For she is calling for me." * Description in book.

💕 LOVING SERIES BOOK 1 💕 (cover credit in prologue) !! WARNING THIS BOOK IS CRINGE ASF BUT ITS A FUN CRINGE. peak 2016 right here. Christiano Romano is an Italian man with a lot of issues. Whether it's from his past, his life as a rich Mafia man, or the fact that he's unable to love. But once he meets American ex-gangster, ex-street fighter, Harlow Winters, he manages to change her life and his own. She has issues also, just as many as he does. She doesn't know it and he doesn't know it, but the more trouble together, the more love. And maybe, she just may be the one to bring his dead heart back to life. *AYOO THIS BOOK ISNT SMUTTY pls don't hurt me ************* I woke up to a beautiful girl that was staring at me. I smiled as I twirled a finger in her long, beautiful midnight black hair. "I'm sorry." I said, as I remembered my dream. "For what?" Her cute button nose scrunched up like a bunny's nose in confusion. It was one of my favorite habits of hers. I sighed. "A long time ago, I said to myself that I wouldn't dare bring an angel like you into my hell, but I did." "I'm no angel, but your hell is my heaven." She blushed as she spoke quietly, a tear slipping down her cheek, and just her presence alone made a smile spread across my lips.