"Xander, you can't sit here and tell us that this doesn't look the least bit suspicious to you," Mordecai told me. "I'm pretty sure I know my own girlfriend, and I highly doubt she would shoot herself just to prove a point, or whatever the fuck you think she did it for," I replied. "This memory thing she has going on doesn't sit well with me. It's shady if we're being honest," Nadia commented. "You're just mad that Xander isn't interested in you anymore," Aziel told her. I inwardly laughed at the look on her face. "Ok, so maybe we need to look at this from a non biased view. She showed up shot, she can't remember anything, and her recent activities are questionable. That doesn't necessarily mean that she's guilty of all these crimes," Nigel pointed out. "Are we all forgetting the glorified fact that Xander taught her how to fight, and it only took her a day to learn everything? The girl is dangerous and you're all being blind!" Nadia said in frustration. I shrugged. "She's a fast learner. I don't get what you're so worked up about." "What is it about this girl that makes everyone doubt that she could possibly be a murderer?" she asked. "Have you even met her? Because you seriously sound bitter more than anything," Malachi told her. "I don't need to meet her. I know enough," she snapped. I got off of the table I was leaning on. "Look Nadia, you're honestly picking at straws, and it's clear that you don't like Noelle much, but I would highly suggest you stop accusing her of all this shit because she's innocent and you're starting to piss me off." "She's guilty and I'll prove it!" she said determinedly. I was about to say something when the door to the operations room flung open, revealing Margaux. "Alright, listen up! You have a new mission." "Finally! What is it?" Aziel asked. She smirked slowly. "It's simple really. Forget everything you thought you knew about Noelle Solano." Fuck my life!

Vincent Shaw is defeated, half-dead, and broken in more ways than one. A powerful werewolf now in exile Vincent's mistakes haunt his every step. Evelyn the Meek is a sweet little half-ling and a skilled alchemist. With her own tormented past Evelyn risks life and limb to nurse a broken werewolf back from the brink of death. With a scheming mystic in the mix, an army of evil at the gate, and a vengeful mercenary on the hunt - Vincent and Evelyn must overcome all odds and each other.

[Completed] ''I was born in flames and chaos. In one moment, I didn't exist at all. In another, air was tearing through the flesh of my lungs.'' Deep in an unknown forest, a young woman woke up alone and confused. She had no knowledge of her past, what she was, or who she was. Why was she in this world at all? Fate drove her into the hands of a family of vampires, all of whom brought relief in the slightest touch of her skin. But their touch was more than addicting. With each stroke, mysterious etches appeared on her flesh, divulging information thought to be lost to the world; information of magic, power, and a viciously murdered coven of witches. With no past and an uncertain future, she must find out her purpose in this life before the supernatural world takes her for all she has to give. Even more so, she must attempt to understand a craving she has for the dangerous vampire family she's found herself enslaved to; a craving to be touched. All Rights Reserved © 2015 {{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}} This story is a multi-lover romance novel. Proceed with caution because it will get heated! Highest Ranking: #1 in Vampire

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

The Second in the Amber Aerie Dragons Series. This is a rough draft, written in first person like the first book of the series in order to keep with the same tone. However, it stars a new heroine and a new Dragon Lord. I highly recommend reading the first of the series before this one, they are not stand alone novels. There are many things that can be predicted accurately. My life, it seems, is not one of them. Cast from the Onyx Aerie it is not surprising that my pack struggled with the adjustment of life in the wild forest. And when the first members went missing it was logical to blame the many well known dangers. But it didn't stop with a few Shifters, six in total were gone. And the last...the last one was my sister. And by the Six Gods I was not going to sit around and wait any longer for the Alpha's cautious maneuvering. It was time to get her back. Fortunately, I had a plan. Unfortunately, the plan involved betraying my pack and releasing a secret hidden for nearly a month. The question was, would he be worth it?

Before you start reading this! Know there is a more edited and lengthened version on my page!! I promise its better than this one!!!! Its called. The Beast Inside. New Version. He was Dark. She was Light. He was Evil. She was Pure. People ran from Him. People flocked to Her. He never Smiles; She never Stops. They say opposites attract, but never have two completely different types of beings been placed Together. He hates Her. She doesn't mind Him. He can't stand the smiling and Laughing. She can't stand the Scowl. His name is Austin Lake. Hers is Natalie Grace. He is a Beast. but.. She is only Human. #47 Fantasy ♡♡ 04.26.16

I hadn't always dreamed of a man to sweep me off my feet and propose underneath the twinkling moonlit stars. Yet, I hadn't ever dreamed of a god in form of a man to knock me off my feet and practically reject me, a few days after being accused and punished for causing my parents' brutal murder. But, I had always expected one thing. A man, a god, a being of an extraterrestrial manner incorrigible to the mere mortals scattered around this wicked world we call ours. I had expected him. He is the King of all Alphas. The one who rules above all forms of authority. His snarl alone was enough to send a grown man to his feet, his eyes alone enough to twist anyone into fear of no other experienced before. He was a monster. I, his mate. He was heartless. But, so was I. - © Luna Queen (2015) Victoria Leslie Khan

To a human, werewolves don't exist, and you're crazy if you believed in the myth. That is what Alana thought of them; a myth. That is, until she meets one. Alana Smith is your average girl. Her parents live in another state after she moved away from them to live with her brother, her brother is barley home, she has a stable job she doesn't dread waking up for and she has friends she loves who love her back. She is your typical 23 year old. To a werewolf, humans are blind creatures who are so naive they don't realise what's living around them. Werewolves despise them. That's what Michael did; until he met Alana. Michael Black, a rogue who has connections to make his life easier, had always wanted his mate, someone who he could keep for life without fear of them leaving or turning on him. Mix the two together, add jealously, possessiveness, hatred, a pack, friends, family and some other drama and you've got the story, of Alana and Michael. I WROTE THIS AGES AGO, THE GRAMMAR AND SPELLING IS HORRIBLE!!!! I use ' for talking marks, not ". I use the wrong your, you're, their, they're, there as well and many other mistakes Please don't correct me as I have passed the phase of writing 'Red' and won't go around and edit it :)

Café Rouge is the small french cafe that Lola's father has poured his heart and soul into. She'd never thought, he'd acquired it through...darker means. The Italian mob to be more precise. Now it's collection time and Lola's paying the price. Trading herself for her father's life-Lola finds herself in the hands of the incredibly frustrating, confusing and very good looking mob son's boss-Carlos. She's convinced that with Carlos there's nothing more than what meets the eye; a cold-hearted, killer but could she be wrong? Warning: First chapter goes fast since it was taken from a One-Shot. I will be editing this along with the rest of the book much later so bear in mind the story does get better :)

Lexi is a bartender in disguise, a chameleon-an assassin. Everything Lexi has become is all to keep a four-year-old girl safe. Moretti knows that Lexi will do whatever he says for the sake of the child and orders her to remove Crime Boss Angelo Tomassi from his throne. With his luxurious hotel, high-end investments and legion of workers that cater to his every whim, Angelo invokes jealousy from crooked politicians by refusing to give them more shares. Moretti sends Lexi to take it all. Lexi is not ignorant to the risks and sees an opportunity to escape Moretti's grasp. She devises a plan to ask for Angelo's help, hoping he will not connect her to Moretti first. Getting on Angelo's good side should be easy when she agrees to go out with the sexy business connoisseur and Angelo's right hand man, Rafa. One problem-Rafa is a sharp, no-nonsense elite who says he already knows her. Lexi must find out how before petitioning for the help of the Tomassi Group. (This book may contain language, violence or sexual content and is intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.)