"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

New girl at school, no one knows who she is where she is from or why she is here. Will anyone find out? her name is Jordan her twin bother is called Charlie and her other brother you will get to know. hope you like it vote and comment.

"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me to stop, Princesa." "If you don't stop, I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted, smirking against my jawline. "Call the police?" Jane Kingsley is a Veterinary Medicine major at the University of California-Davis. If she isn't at school, she's either working or lounging around the house she shares with her best friend, Vivian Tyler. Everything in Jane's life was getting back to normal, almost boringly average. But then Officer Daxon Rivera moves in next door. Flirty, sexy, and a total asshole: Officer Rivera is everything Jane wants to stay away from. But can she? -Mature Content within- Ranked #32 in Romance [2-1-2018]

"Father why I'm different than my brothers?" The little boy asked with full of sadness lacing his voice. An eyes that plead and hoping for an answer that will sooth his heart. He didn't know why God made him different from other kids. He constantly feel insecure whenever he's around his brothers or other kids. He hate the fact that he is different. Normal. Yeah that's the word's that he always wanted to hear and hope to be . He despise the look from the strangers. His insecurities makes him hate to go out and socialize, he rather spend his time with his beloved parents. He's the king of Evendale, People knows him for his coldnes eventhough his people only see him Once. His insecurities of himself makes him trapped in his own fear. ___________________________________________________________________________ King Haden Benestly Courtlandt Is a man who has everything in his life, Power , wealth , Family , a kingdom to rule yet felt uncomfortable to be surrounded by his people. But there's something different about him. He's passionate, he's a man with full of ways to tame a women, call him cold but he will warm your heart. He's unique, he's an Albino King Violet Esmerald Fordyce She's a granddaughter of the head butler in the castle. She is a bright person for a 19 years old. Her father overprotectiveness causing her to have not much of friends and not to mention the other two Ex Navy uncles that is vowed to protect her with their life.

What are we without flesh and blood? Are we nothing but a beating heart in a ribcage, a marching soul inevitably leading to our demise? Or are we here as a test of loyalty to our God, a God we do not know but must trust? And without this trust, we will be punished indefinitely for questioning his divinity. And what is a sheep without his shepherd? Without God, are we nothing but sheep led astray? How will we be guided to the light without a shepherd on earth? Should we trust our shepherd to tell us the truth? Or will we be covered in the blood of the lamb? A shepherd with blood on his hands could infect his flock with poison. And with this poison, he has control. And to Luke, this poison is all he knows. His seventeen years of life have been devoted to nothing else but God. He wakes up, goes to school or church, and sleeps; rinse and repeat. There is no place or time for anything else in his life, such as television, going out with friends, or discovering new hobbies. His father, Pastor Ivy, ensures this. His life purpose will be to serve the Lord and nothing else. A purpose that Luke believes is the right way. What else would there be to life? He hadn't questioned this until he met Gabriel, a man who was the complete opposite of him. A man who was strong in his sense of self. A man who didn't bow to anyone or anything and stood firm in his beliefs in The Church of Satan. A man who Luke feared. But also a man who felt like home to him.

He had known that messing up this last assignment would have massive consequences. Never in his life did he; Lincoln Monroe age thirty-one, thought that he would be sitting here, face to face with the mysterious King of sin. Lord and master of the Pleasure district. He had gotten word that his and his partner's covers were blown and his partner was killed. Since his wife divorced him when it was clear that they couldn't have children because he was impotent, his partner signed him up as his next of kin. His partner never had any kind of contact with his parents or any other family members. Now he sits here in this plush office listening to the most erotic voice he ever heard, telling him that his partner had a five million dollar debt with the King of sin. How in God's name is he, the now forced to retire cop going to pay it off? There is no way his meager savings or last few paychecks can pay it off.

VEXATION A dark romance about rage, ruin, and the girl who touched the fire. Description: he didn't speak. not because he couldn't. but because the world didn't deserve to hear him. vincent wasn't just angry-he was made of it. a slow-burning kind of fury that never screamed, just simmered. he wore silence like armor, walked through hallways like a warning. then came rose. too soft for this town. too kind. the kind of girl who made ruined things feel wanted again. she wasn't meant to look at him. he wasn't supposed to care. but rage has a way of folding beneath gentleness. and god- she was gentle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What's the worst thing you have ever done?" I stare at him dead in the eyes and answer, "You don't want to know." ~ ~ ~ Isaiah Stone is the newly appointed leader of Segadores Cornesi, a ruthless gang that will stop at nothing to get what they want. Isaiah is quite content with his life; drugs, alcohol, all the women he could possibly need, and a family that must obey his every command. But is this what he really wants? Or has he always wanted something more? More in the form of the mysterious, irritable, man with the strange name Ángel. Isaiah thrives in drugs and violence. Ángel is artistic, struggling through a law school he never wanted to be in while still making beautiful music. The two do not get along, or rather Ángel does not get along with Isaiah, but something about the man lures Isaiah in like a siren does to the lonely sailor.

Looks can be deceiving. Ally has a 4.7 G.P.A and is en route for an Ivy League. And, while dressed up in skirts and cardigans, she has the appearance of a model student. But, Ally is far from the angel she appears to be. Ally is secretly a member of a gang called the Players and behind her nerdiness, lies a girl who’s addicted to a good old-fashioned adrenaline rush. However with one mistake, her façade comes crashing down all around her. When she gets caught hot boxing with her best friend Caden and is arrested after a high-speed motorcycle chase, nothing will ever be the same again. Her parents disown her as she’s sent to Black Mountain, a mental institute for troubled teens. There she meets a host of people with colorful personalities, including one guy named Jack who drives her positively crazy with his lip ring, piercing green eyes, and domineering attitude. However, even there, Ally finds herself struggling to fit in with the crowd of violent, temperamental misfits that make up Black Mountain’s student body. Is Ally real all that bad when it comes down to it? Or has Ally simply been Playing Criminal?

No big deal right? A Cub against the World. A chubby Cub with an Appetite. A Cub looking for L'Amour. Un, Deux, Trois and it all started with a Hate and a Fate.