Available to download @Smashwords.com (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/253526) where you can download on all their possible options. Denise Beverly Thomas... She hated her life, even with her brother and his best friend (that she may like). Her life never was perfect. Of course it turned worse when she found her mate. Who was he? Austin Lane. The Alpha of the pack, her brother's best friend...the guy who always made her life a living hell.... and now to continue on with his accomplishment, he rejects her. Just is there a reason behind it all though? (Highest ranks- #1 in Werewolf, #1 in Romance...all the way back around three years ago though. LOL) I'd like to give you guys all a warning that even though many have enjoyed this story, I do not think this is the best I could have done. I had written this back when I was around 12, and all the editing was done by my friends and myself, so there's no promises that grammar would be perfect.

'Snakes don't hiss anymore, they call you babe, bff, friend or bro.' Inscape : the unique inner nature of a person or object as shown in a work of art. Loving is a blessing and a curse, you may not even see it, but you truly love people. Even that one stranger that smiled, complimented or was nice to you, that one time. This hidden controversy of a feeling blind's you. Believe it or not the ones you love, can do you a great deal of damage. Though love hurts, us, as a people can't like without it, we thrive on it. And even now after everything, I cannot lie, I do too.

Clarissa Wendy Jones or what her adoptive name is Clarissa Jessica Mills is Henry's big sister that is determine to get home and away from Neverland. Peter wants her to stay so Neverland could have its new queen and he wants her to believe again. But Pan's legands says he will fall in love with the daughter of Queen Alice of wonderland. Is she Queen Alice's daughter? What happens when Clarissa finds the truth? Will she trust Pan or the Dark one to save her? I DO NOT OWN THE ONCE UPON A TIME! I ONLY OWN CLARY AND THE PLOT!

👑Winner in the Firework Awards 👑Winner in the Kiletta Awards 💎2nd place in the Ohanna Awards 💓 Best Cover in the GAwards 💓 Best Cover in the FallenAngelAwards 💍 Highest ranking in historical fiction : nr 67 from 3k9 books on 28th December At the end of the 1700's, England, Scotland and the U.S. are fighting for control over the fur trade routes in Canada. An empty house and a cold bed are the only things Elizabeth can call her own. After the death of her husband, the young widow struggles to pay rent, working ceaselessly for any coins she can make at the tavern. A twist of fate could change her dismal life when Liz encounters the notorious Declan Harp. With little to her name, nothing is there to stop her from joining his harrowing mission to bring down a proud captain and wealthy lord.

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Penelope Marks wakes up expecting to face another crappy day of reality and instead finds herself in the television show, The Society. Scared but determined to put her knowledge of the dark events to come to good use, she sets out to help the troubled kids. However, falling for one of them along the way was not part of the plan. ❝ Look what we've done, what we've become. It's a mad, mad world, we live in.❞ [REGULAR UPDATES EVERY MONDAY] the society season 1 [complete] season 2 [drafting] harry / oc TOP RANKINGS #1 in #thesociety [20/02/25] #1 in #harrybingham [20/02/25] #1 in #netflix [20/02/25] #1 in #fanfiction [20/02/25]

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

Félicité Hastings est une jeune historienne de 23 ans spécialisée dans la période des Tudor. Fascinée par l'incroyable vie et destinée d'Anne Boleyn, la tristement célèbre femme d'Henry VIII, elle décide d'écrire un roman sur la femme derrière la légende noire que nous connaissons. Alors qu'elle effectue ses recherches, la jeune femme se retrouve plongée 500 ans en arrière sous le règne tyrannique d'Henry VIII. Elle devient alors spectatrice de la tragédie qui se joue à la cour. Entre fascination, amour, complots, violences et assassinats, Félicité parviendra t-elle à changer le cours de l'histoire ? Voici l'histoire d'Anne Boleyn, la femme derrière la légende. "Vous pensez connaître l'histoire, mais vous savez seulement comment elle se termine. Pour la comprendre, vous devez retourner au cœur de l'histoire".

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."