Mysterious figures, shrouded in disguise, Lost within the darkness, where truth often lies. #2 The Desi Psychopath Series Shubhveer Singh Gill is not just a typical busy Punjabi Criminal lawyer, but he also has a hidden side to him. He's like a devil in disguise, harboring dark and unknown desires. If something catches his attention, he's willing to do whatever it takes to obtain it, whether by fair means or foul. His job and family may be his main priorities, but there's a side of him that craves more, that's driven by his own personal desires. Anaya Shekhawat is the Princess of Rajasthan. She likes him and in order to remain close to him she becomes his law intern. However, in her leisure hours, she loves to write stories on wattpad. Criminal love stories. Twist arises when whatever crime she writes in her story, starts to happen in reality. And she becomes the prime suspect. Will he trust her? A symphony of crime paints the night, In a world so dark, our hearts take flight. ~:------ DISCLAIMER: I DON'T WRITE DARK ROMANCE, I WRITE PSYCHOPATHS IN LOVE. Read at your own risk.

He was said to be the strongest of his kind. Impressed by his strengths and foreseeing his regime as a great king, he was blessed with a mate who would complement his strengths and character... but she turned out to be the infamous Bastard Princess. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio.

Greece. 7th century B.C. She's bathed in silk and gold. Her beauty beyond compare. Her combat skills even better then Artemisia herself. A god is what she's called, and a god she is. Ruthless. Deadly. And Powerful. She's the moon goddess's greatest creation, a Lycan stronger than any, faster than all and feared by every monster you could ever know. Only, He didn't run. He doesn't cower in fear. She Didn't scare him, and for whatever reason she didn't want to. In a world of Lycans and werewolves, animal instinct drive her, and her monster will force him to her will. She's the Lycan Queen And The Queen Always Gets What She Wants. That is, unless he fights back and bends her to his will. ~♡~♡~♡~ !!Sneak Peek!! "Ambrosia holds him, his body half submerged in the water and her eyes connecting with the healing torn flesh of his shoulder. She keeps him down as she lowers herself to his wound, her tongue grazing over his dripping blood and gaping skin. Nicandros fights against the heat of her tongue and the feel of her body pressed against him. His canines are shown as he growls and tries to bite onto whatever he can, but her position withholds him from any attack. He felt her tongue trace the bite marks, her lips grazing over the open flesh, slowly tracing down to his chest and licking the few Wounds that had yet to heal." ~°~°~°~°~ *Please be warned that this book contains strong sexual content* This story is NOT completed yet. Updated every 2 weeks. <3 ~°~°~°~°~ #1 in Likeagirl 8/2/19 #2 in wattywolves 8/7/19 #53 in warrior 8/8/19 #36 in Ruthless 8/7/19 #21 in deadly 8/8/19

They both knew loss. They both knew torture. They both knew death too well. He lived to rule. She lived for one reason; to kill the Alpha King, Alakey Blackbornn. Her mate. •••• Name pronunciation: Al-ah-kye like the name Kai = Alakey Ock-tae-vee-uh = Octavia

"What are you doing here?" he questioned, his voice a husky of depth. "This is reserved land, tourists aren't allowed here." "W-who are you?" He wasn't the uniform that the Rangers wore, so I knew he wasn't a part of them. He was a random man. If I wasn't supposed to be out here, then he wasn't either. He had to be at least a half a foot taller than me. His hair was tousled over his head, in an unmistakable windblown quiff. In the dense lighting of the woods, his eyes were piercing as he looked me over. The confident stance and his muscular body left me feeling overwhelmed. He could be a mass murdered and easily able to overpower me. I didn't know. Just being around left me feeling slightly terrified. He radiated authority and power. "There are wolves running in these woods, períergi. It's not fairytale. It's real." "Of course wolves aren't fairytale," I retorted. "They're a protected species by the feds. If you'll point me in the right direction, I'll be going back to the park grounds." I looked around trying to find the best route of escape. Every angle I turned revealed gleaming gold eyes in the shadows of the woods. It appeared as if a whole pack of wolves had surrounded us. A small whimper escaped my throat as I looked back to him. His eyes darkened slightly as he stared into the distance at the wolves. He stepped forward immediately once again invading my personal space. His nostrils flared briefly before his arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into his chest. His head lowered slightly and I felt his chin rest on my head. "Den tha mas vlápsei. Wolves are social creatures by nature," he said. "You'll get used to being around them. Eláte se mas." Shock nor horror could describe how I felt. Wolves moved from the shadows into the light. Their muscular lean bodies moved with a lethal grace. They continued coming forward until we were both surrounded. Close enough to us that I felt the breath of two wolves brushing against me.

Evelynn Marsano has been gone for a year, but very little has changed. Her brother's still a legend in underground races. The same girls still hate her. The same boy still makes her heart race and resolve weak. But this time she won't let him get close enough to hurt her. Not again. Not like before. Westen Burke just arrived to town and he's only staying long enough to set up a few street bike races, make some money, and have some fun. But he might stir up some trouble when he begins hanging around his sponsor's sister, and it's not just her brother he's pissing off. -------------------------------------------------------- Warning: You can expect a lot of street racing, tattoo's, fights, drugs, mature language, and other mature content, so READER BE AWARE!! ***APRIL 2025: Ride will be updated daily***

How does a simple American foreign exchange student change the course of history? By falling in love with a Prince of Spain -- of course. [extended summary inside | cover by blissom] [THE SPIN-OFF TO "TAKE ME HOME" -- you DO NOT have to read it before reading this] [A REVAMPED VERSION OF "CINDERELLA FOR HIRE"]

~*~*~*~ "Maybe one day you'll be able to love me back," he whispered, hugging me closer to his chest and resting his chin on the top of my head. "I know," I whispered back, hugging him closer if that was even possible. I felt his hands playing with my hair, unknowingly bringing comfort with every stroke. I sighed, the noise muffled out from his jacket. A stretch of silence encased us and all we could hear was the beating hearts of each other and the rhythmic pattern they made. "You know I won't ever stop fighting for you." He suddenly said, breaking that solitude of silence. I immediately felt his gaze boring through me, a hot fire taking up my body. I looked up at him, frowning as I saw how much pain was held in his eyes. I wished it didn't have to be this way. I wished it could've turned out different. I wished I had a choice. Pushing my emotions back, I replied an answer than I knew he wasn't going to like. One that made me feel like a heartless villain. A simple sentence that I knew had to be said, just to get the truth out into the open, rather than kill us from the inside. "I know you won't," I gave him a hard look, distancing myself away from his intense gaze, "but neither will he." ~*~*~*~ Take your good girl bad boy book held in America, but with an Asian twist! ;) ~*~*~*~

Imagine living your life waiting for a single touch-a touch that will change everything. [Book #2 of the Soulmate Series] ©felicitate | 2015

*SEQUEL TO PERSEOUS'S HUMAN MATE* Blue Bold is an ex-Nytari Hunter. After being betrayed by those she considered family, she lives in a remote cabin in the middle of Alaska. Just because she lost her ranking doesn't mean she put down her bow. She's a bounty hunter for werewolves, humans, vampires - anyone who has the cash. One rainy night her life is thrown into Chaos by a pair of amber eyes. **** I opened the door, letting the chill of night clash with the orange warmth of my home. Behind it was a man, drenched in a wet red hoodie. Behind black eye lashes, amber eyes stared back at me. Even amongst his deathly pale skin and sunken cheek bones I found myself heated by his intense gaze. Ignoring the ice water that dribbled down his blue lips he shouted over the storm,"My name is Gabriel, I need you to help me find my mate."