He threw my mother against the wall without laying a finger on her . She landed with a hard thud and I heard a cracking noise like some of her bones were being broken. He walked towards me with so much grace his body tense and his eyes full of worry. The large man then knelt down and looked into my eyes with so much softness and concern. All of my instincts screamed for me to run , to run as fast as I could and hide but the energy inside of me reached out to this man. It reached out to be nurtured and cared for. He inspected me like he was my creator and he wanted to see if his masterpiece was intact. I broke away from this energy induced state and ran straight to my mother.

!MxWxM! *rewritten version of "To love a Vampire"* Sometimes one mate just isn't enough... ********** "Did you really think that we'd let you go that easy?" Dorian growls against my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I shake my head, trying to free my wrists from Gabriel's hold. "Beg, Doll, maybe then we'll give you what you want." He spoke clearly, but I could hear the dark promise in his words. "What do you want, Delilah?" Dorian questions, tugging on a lock of my curly hair. I pause, thinking over my answer. "You."

*CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING* When Eden is awakened by a late-night knock to her door, she finds herself treating a wounded stranger-Phoenix, one of the mysterious brothers who live across the street. What begins as a single act of care spirals into obsession as Eden is drawn into their dangerous world. As her connection to Phoenix deepens, her once-stable life unravels, and nothing will ever be the same.

(Title subject to change) Gypsy Turner has a crash land awakening into a world she doesn't recognize, and with no memories of how she came to be there. With no experience surviving in the wild, and no gear, she is stuck depending on herself for survival against what the alien forest throws at her, and against an even deeper threat--aliens themselves. WARNING: This is a dark story with parts that may have triggers. Violence, violence in sex, harsh action and harsh language. This is not a fluffy love story, but full of grit and darkness. **This story is a work in progress, so please be patient with me for any typos. And, please know that I write this is in my spare time and I want to at least have a full chapter to post for each update, so I may be slow with the updates!

Set in 1928 Zarah and her family are on a voyage to Bermuda for her twenty-first birthday. She's the adventurous type, having gone on a variety of such trips with her aunt. However for the first time in her life, all the family is brought together for her next adventure. It's bitter irony that a massive storm hits their ship, tearing the family apart and sending Zarah on an adventure that would be all her own. Zarah is positive that she's made it to Bermuda. But what's become of her family? What's to become of her after trusting a mysterious man although they don't share the same language? She's unsure herself after discovering that she's washed up onto an all male island. * The image used for the cover is not mine. I own no rights to it and no copyright infringement was intended. *Mature themes such as violence. No sexually explicit content.

When bad boy Everett North bumps into tiny Indigo May, he's immediately infatuated with her innocent persona and she's intrigued with how he treats her like no boy ever has. But, he knows he's no good for her, nobody is. He needs to stay away, but his will power isn't strong. He's got a secret that threatens to tear them apart and taint little Indie. And when it comes to her he'll do anything to keep her safe. For Everett, it's going to take a lot more than a few punches.

"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart." *** Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans and come out alive, about the boys who look like danger, but no one warns about boys who stay silent for way too long, or ones with rings under their eyes, boys with sad eyes and boys who whisper things so sweet, so quietly that you wonder if he was an angel. Everyone warns you about the bad boys, but no one seems to warn you about the broken ones. Bar Red was a broken boy who finally finds someone to help mend his scattered pieces. Everyone saw him as the untrustworthy, unstable beast who was more than willing to punch anyone's face in. Swear words and bad habits mixed with smirks and wicked grins are enough to ward anyone off. But, apparently for Clementine, that's exactly what pulls her in. She has no clue what she's getting into but she's about to find out. She wasn't innocent, not by far, but she had dignity, a warm aura, niceness, and stubbornness that could rival a mule. Mix that with Bar's possessiveness and overprotective behavior, some interesting situations will definitely arise. Adding in the fact that Clementine had to tutor Bar for the rest of the school year and his almost instinctual urge to be apart of her life, they are bound to get close. Bar swears, Clementine hates it. He fights, she glares while bandaging up his knuckles. She reads instead of eats and he refuses dinner until she joins him. He is rude and she ignores him until he apologizes. Both, easily, frustrate the other while simultaneously falling into love. Broken boys are the only ones that can fix themselves so will this broken boy manage to do so before he drives away the one girl who wiggled her way past every barrier? This is the story of a broken bad boy clashing with the sad good girl. * #1 in the Red series Stand alone

'Just another cliché.' ------------ Every good girl needs a bad boy. It's just logic. Even Amoret, the naive girl from England knew this. She just wasn't expecting it. But who ever is? ------------ All Love has ever wanted to do was take control of her life, and make her own choices for herself. Finally, this comes in the form of moving to her brother's home in America and living in a house of eleven boys, all just to escape her father's wrath. It isn't easy, especially being financially cut off from her parents, but she makes it work, falling in love quickly with Greyson. But Greyson leads to numerous issues. Is he in a gang? Does he fight? Does he race? All three? Who knows. Her brother, apparently. It's kind of a wrong place, wrong time thing, however, this naive girl suddenly becomes the focus of the resident bad boy. And everyone knows how that turns out. ------------ "Love?" I jumped slightly and looked up, only to see him looking down at me. We had arrived at the ice cream parlour, obviously me being too enchanted by his tattoos to notice. The familiar blush flooded across my face again as he got out of the car and came around to my side, opening the door and leaning in close before I could get out, his lips close to my ear. He sighed slightly, making goosebumps rise up on my arms. "I have tattoos in a lot of other places you might want to see..." Oh. My. God. He was trying to kill me, burn me alive from the inside out. All I could do was squeak and shove my face into my hands. He laughed loudly and picked me up, swinging me out of the car and putting me down on my feet. "Adorable."

"Who are you?" She demanded, proud that she had managed to sound so assertive. But, that didn't last for long. Suddenly, Annabelle was yanked into the shadows and immediately placed on the stranger's hip. Alarms instantly went off in her brain at his weird behavior "Alpha Ethan Washington. But, little one, you get to call me Ethan." She gasped in pure terror, realizing who he was. Her human heart was beating a mile a minute. Alpha Ethan Washington. Annabelle whimpered and tried to wriggle out of his hold. He was a monster. His name alone made people cower in fear. ~*~ Alpha Ethan Washington is the monster under your bed. No one can bring him to his knees. Except for one person. His beautiful, tiny, innocent, human mate. Annabelle.