Highest rank: #51- badboy #12- comedy Being new in a high school is difficult. Being "claimed" by the supposedly "bad boy" was even more difficult. He wouldn't stop- as he said himself. **WARNING THIS BOOK WAS NOT ALWAYS A WEREWOLF BOOK SO IGNORE THE COMMENTS THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE**

They say i'm the Beauty and he's the Beast, but my life is far from a fairy tale. I thought I had everything figured out, I thought I knew what was real and what was fantasy but this trip has been anything but normal. ------- "You've dragged me to hell and back but I would do it again if I get to call you mine. We're anything but normal. A marine and a werewolf, not exactly a match made in heaven........or was it?" ~~~~~~ Completed

"Come here" he said motioning for me to step closer. I knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded me this time. That's when my legs decided to wobble themselves towards my biggest nightmare. I stopped when I was about a feet away from where he was sitting. I had to keep my hands together to prevent them from shaking too much. To make things worse, there was only this dead silence that surrounded us. Then, before I could even prosses what was happening, he grabbed my hand and brought my wrist up to his lips. I whimpered, waiting for the pain to come. "You have every right to fear me. This is going to be painful." Without warning, I felt an excruciating pain all over my body. A sharp cry escaped my mouth as his fangs ripped through my tender skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She A simple girl forcefully taken from her home and separated from her small family to serve the Royal Pure Bloods. Him The Dark Prince, the most powerful hybrid on earth. Known to the world as a monster, an abomination. A creature unable to control his powers and is trapped within his own darkness.

After being trapped in a women trafficking society in the guise of a Convent and auctioned to the highest bidder, Sarah finds herself at the mercy of a Ruthless god, a mafia boss who is unfeeling and has a lust for blood but never would she have guessed that she would become his kryptonite. ★★★ "Look at me, Sarah." He appealed softly and lifted her chin with a curved finger and she reluctantly lifted her head and looked into his eyes. His head slowly descended and he captured her lips. She couldn't do anything, she just stood there and let him run his hands down her body, especially the sides. His kisses were soft and tender. The taste of liquor was still on his lips and demanding tongue and the smell of tobacco still lingered on his breath. He wrapped his arms around her slim form, bringing her body against his and kissed her deeply but passionately, running both hands up her back to under her neck to lift her full curly hair and feel the smooth texture in his palm. Despite all this, she didn't respond to him. She was rather too stunned to even return his kisses and his demanding caresses. Sensing her reluctance and her non-responsive attitude to his kisses, he stopped kissing her and stepped back.