Book 3 of The Fated Chronicles Nikola Amorenia has only ever known one thing for certain throughout his entire life - that Hagen Calderon was his. His to own, his to spoil, his to love, and his to control. His. Nikola wants nothing more in life than his other half, but his mate doesn't want him. Hagen Calderon doesn't want Nikola. He doesn't want his affections or his desperate attempts at ownership. He never did and never will. But after all these years, Hagen can't deny that even if he doesn't want Nikola, he is his mate. Now, Nikola's finally of age to claim him, which means Hagen's out of time and excuses. For the first time in their lives, Nikola doesn't have to hold back. Hagen thinks he'll break him, Nikola just might, or maybe...Nik will be the best thing to ever happened to him

Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford. ***** Maya has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designer: Ren T. Photographer: Michelle Lancaster Model: Jaxon Human

The Underlord pushes Ava against the wall. She stares up at him with wide eyes, suddenly trapped between the hard wall and him. He is a foot taller to her, if not more. Chevalier exhales roughly, searching her eyes. Suddenly heavy with all of his attention, a tremble forms in her knees. This is so wrong. She should pull away. "Stop me." Chevalier's voice comes out steady and hard. Ava stays quiet. Consent. Chevalier lowers his mouth until his hot breath caresses the tender flesh of her neck. Ava's eyes fall shut. His hand comes up to stroke the channels of her throat, his thumb on one side and the four fingers on the other. Finally, his soft lips come down on her skin. Ava drags a jagged breath into her lungs. His hand holds her in place from one side of her neck while his mouth assaults the other. He begins with kisses, then his teeth graze her before he bites down a little. She has to think her way out of this. But how? Her body has betrayed her already.

Lilah James has never had any troubles with getting into a club, even though she was not 'of age' yet. Still, no bodyguard ever demanded to see her ID. That all seemed to change when a handsome, tall and not to forget tattooed-to-his-neck bodyguard came in the game. Before she knew it, he had denied her entrance to the city's local club. She was beyond embarrassed, but over all angry at him. He was just doing his job, she knew. Yet she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more behind it. Especially after seeing him let teenagers in. He didn't ask for their ID's, but Lilah could swear they looked like ten! She's never met him before and really wasn't planning on getting to know that handsome, ink covered devil. But after she discovered what he did when he wasn't guarding the club, she knew she would never hear the end of it. Especially because of her brother's interest in fights and his unmistakable admiration for one specific fighter: Prince Charmink. »»» "Jason." I hissed at my brother. "What?" He asked absentmindedly. "That's him." I whispered, eyeing the three men in the cage. Prince Charming stood tall and proud with a knowing smirk on his face. "Yes, I know. He's my favourite too." He informed me and I scoffed. "No, you dumbass. He's the bodyguard I was talking about." I snapped at Jason and his eyes widened. "You mean he was the one who didn't let you in?" He almost stuttered. "Yes." I nodded and looked back at the man who hadn't left my mind in a week. I could feel my anger rising again as I glared at his smug facial expression. As if sensing my eyes on him, his confident look faltered and it got replaced by a surprised one as his eyes settled on me. My eyes widened and I looked away. Jason's breath hitched. "He's glaring at you." He whispered and then he gulped. "Now he's glaring at me."

this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

What if she did not want her life among the brightness of the meadows? What if she preferred the darkness of his kingdom? What if she did not want a crown of flowers? What if she wanted his crown of thorns? And maybe she wanted him like he wanted her. Loved him like he loved her. But that was not how their tale was told. Set in the modern world, follow a florist and a Dark Lord whose fates had long been written way before the first of flowers could even begin to flourish in its first full bloom. [Previously known as His Persephone. A modern retelling of Hades' and Persephone's love story.]

This book only has one chapter, and that is the mature, bonus material between Rex and Rose. Read His Flower first. This one shot is for the His Flower Original and does NOT coincide with the rewritten version!

Copyrighted 2014 #1 in Teens ~In the process of rewriting~ ~CHECK OUT THE REWRITE, its written far better~ Seriously the writing in this one is SO bad. "I will always protect you, Roza." Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up with terrible pasts, both lived harsh lives, until now. Rosalyn was always the shy, quiet girl, always. Cliché in a sense, I know, but you can't necessarily blame her. Being forced from the only parent you ever knew as a child, only to end up in countless numbers of foster homes until you were twelve, would do that to anyone. Rose grew up believing that everything was her fault, that she was always the one that needed to say sorry. But not with Rex. Not with the boy she has had a crush on since before her family found her. The boy who swears to protect her at all costs. The boy she has fallen completely in love with. Rex's anger problems always got him into trouble, always. Until the little sweet-hearted Rosalyn Summers came bouncing into his life. He suddenly found himself doing anything he could to be with her, to talk to her, to protect her. It didn't take him long to realize that he had completely fallen head-over-heels for the clueless, adorable, defenseless girl. But with a few bad choices on his part, and the ever present fear of hers', will the people from his past threaten to take her away from him? Or will the people from hers' decide to do that instead? These two soon found out that they aren't as complete opposites as they thought. -Warning: This story has a few possessive, controlling men, sorry if you don't like that. ~follow the instagram page! @day_dream_1011 ~

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are mine.... Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work for a strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• (This is my book from Chapters Interactive Stories. Since the writing style is different on that app, I had to adjust and make a few minor changes.) Kitten has over 1 million reads on Chapters! I'm so over the moon that they love it so much and I hope you guys love it too! Please do not copy my book! I worked hard on it and would appreciate it if you didnt steal my work.

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."