The wolves are among us. Closer than we ever thought. ✧✦✧ Psyche Nightingale has lived among humans since her pack was mercilessly wiped out by savage, urban wolves. She was spared due to her inability to shift, despite her wolf being the rarest breed. Being a normal woman while working at a normal job as she waits for her lifespan to run its course should be easy enough in an overpopulated city like Manhattan. But one fateful encounter at the very heart of the town shattered her rose-colored lens, forcing her to plan another escape. Alvarin "Wolfe" DiSantis rules the Manhattan underworld with a gold-plated mask and an iron fist. He's the Alpha that the most dangerous men and wolves kneeled before with their entire lineages at his mercy. Power, money, and women; He has it all. A wolf in a King's clothing... ... who is, unfortunately, yet to find his Queen. ✧✦✧ The first installment of the Urban Wolves Trilogy. Can be read as a STANDALONE. UPDATES WEEKLY!

*COMPLETED* He is cruel She is broken Onalee (Ali) has stared death in the face more then once in her 18 years. She knows loss and pain better then anyone. After Ali's pack was killed she was captured and tortured for the enjoyment of her captors. Now she has escaped but wanders into another alpha territory to find either her salvation or her damnation. Rhys is the cold hearted alpha king that has devoted his existence to the welfare and strength of his pack. He has never once wished for the moon goddess to bless him with a mate. In all honesty, Rhys expects to be punished for the cruel ways to which he rules with. But when a rogue enters his land he will be forced into making changes or else suffer the consequences. Suddenly the future is unclear for both Ali and Rhys, but one thing is certain, what happens now will change both of their lives. ---------------- Started 4/7/18 Finished 1/1/19 Highest rank: #30 in Werewolf Highest rank: #9 in wolf Highest rank: #20 in romance Highest rank: #2 in fiction NOT EDITED: please read at your own risk

A collection of my ideas including whether humanity deserves its existence 🥴 🌗 = chapters related to the Angel of Order and the Demon of Chaos S/s = short stories O/s = one shots

C O M P L E T E D ☼ Book 2 ☼ - catch·ing feel·ings beginning to like someone romantically, but usually unexpectedly - Remember your favorite spitfire Mia? Well, she's back and with her new best friend Liv by her side. While Jonathan and Liv are mending their relationship, some of the love going around rubs off on her. And then she meets James. What happens when a child, a court case, an undiscovered talent and a very handsome billionaire get thrown in her face? This is the story of how Mia Murray caught feelings.

"He's not a monster! Elik is my mate. The holder of my heart. He's a protector. He's my protector." ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ Penelope thought her life was over when she was taken. The abuse lasted months, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel. That is until Elik came along, and ripped the door off of her cage. Literally. She knows he's different from her kind. He's not human. In fact, he's a 7ft tall muscular alien, and his kind have deemed him unworthy of taking care of a mate. Penelope knows different. She feels safe around him, despite his rugged appearance, and his deadly family history. Elik doesn't know what to think about the tiny female that is determined to stay glued to his hip. All he knows is that he will protect her no matter what, and he's determined to keep her. Even if it means snapping a few necks. [ book 2 of the Rytarian mates series. can be read as a stand alone novel ] *Rankings* #1 in safe - 3/14/20 #8 in Alien - 5/10/20 #4 in Rescue - 5/6/20 #5 in Abandoned - 5/6/20 #10 in Aliens - 3/18/20 #9 in Warrior - 5/10/20

After an Alpha has given up looking for their mate, and they need a Luna to help run the pack, they will organise an event known as The Whipping. Female volunteers from packs around the country will put themselves forward if they wish to be in the chance of becoming a Luna. These she-wolves would be whipped in front of all the packs, again and again until their backs were red raw and blood covered. The last female remaining would be given the title of Luna as the Alpha would only want the strongest wolf to help run his pack. Most wolves gave up and quit as they couldn't take the pain, but some head-strong females would go until they were no longer breathing. It was an ugly tradition, from years ago. I had never heard of one happening in this day and age...until that day... Until I met him... On the day of The Whipping...

Out with the old, in with the new... After sorting out their issues, the story of Vincent Milano and Cheyenne Copeland continues four years later when a provocative new arrival causes problems in their relationship. - - - "Come on, Cheyenne, you know he can't touch you like I can," he growled in my ear before he grazed his knuckles along my side. I fidgeted as his strong arm kept me locked tightly against him. I couldn't move without him allowing me to. "Grandpa's lost his touch," he snickered at his own comment, "but I haven't." I could hear the smirk in his voice as he invaded my panties and tortured me with his digits. I tried to fight the noises that came out of me, but my body betrayed me. (The Sequel to The Older Man) (This story is not edited yet. There will be typos and errors.)

WARNING: This story was written a few years back and has MANY grammar and spelling errors so please don't read if that will bug you. You have been warned Story is also found on Quotev under my user GrassHopperGreen #13 in Kidnapping: 18 September 2018 #5 in Kidnapping: 29 December 2018 ------------------------ With force, the cloth was placed over my mouth and nose and I tried to hold my breath but when a sweet voice spoke in my ear, it made me take in a breath as I felt a hand slide up my dress, the man's hands rubbing up and down my leg. The smell was sweat, and I couldn't stop from breathing it in. In a matter of minutes, I started to feel light headed. The man's voice repeating inside my head like it was a record tap that was broken and repeating the same song over and over again. "Your all mine now." With that, I allowed the darkness to consume me. Sequel is out: Hidden

It was the summer of '93, and the weather was almost hotter than the location. But then again, what could be hotter than hell? The Ninth! Some would assume that the steam which rose from the broken sidewalks in front of the brick apartment building justified the neighbor hood's nickname, the Ninth Circle of Hell. The heat wave however, had nothing to do with why people associated Messalina projects with Dante's Inferno. No, that honor went to the infestation of dealers, crack heads, boosters, and hoes. Dope boys handled their business like it was legal, and everyone learned to look the other way. If they didn't learn, then they never got the chance to look again. Life in the ninth operated by the code of the wild, predators ate and prey got eaten. The drug dealers sat on the top of chain. Boosters, strippers and hoes fell somewhere in the middle, while the crack heads and the civilians clung to the last wrung. Everyone knew their assigned roles and no one ever deviated from the script. Cleopatra James, an unremarkable thirteen year old girl, understood better than anyone, her dictated place in the procession. But that didn't mean she accepted the role she'd been given to play.