Meet Abigail Martin a sixteen year old girl who lives in California with her busy father, Chanson. She's a werewolf and in the most dangerous pack in the country, Blood Moon pack. Abigail's father is busy, but not too busy to keep an eye on his daughter. Meet Jason Firgo, a werewolf also, but in the most strongest pack in the world, Shining Crescent pack. He's eighteen years old and the alpha of Shining Crescent. His father died in a war between Blood Moon pack all Jason wants to do is to get revenge, but will someone stop him? *Sneak Peak* All I saw was red, just red I couldn't stop myself from running, but then I smelled the most amazing smell, it was intoxicating. Strawberry's mixed with watermelon and chocolate. "Mate." my wolf growled he was so hyped up, he took control, I felt my eyes turn dark. We ran and ran until I saw her wolf, she was beautiful. Her Wolf's fur was white with red stripes. I growled what if she's in Blood Moon Pack? Highest Ranking: #720 in Werewolf

[TW: This book may contain strong language. Initially published in 2017.] Is 4 years enough to forget the past? To recover? To be free again from the past that haunts you? It's been 4 years since then. Since graduation. Since prom. Since "his death." Since the breakup. And I was married now. Maybe time tortures you, because you can't help but look back at your past. You can't help but sigh at what had happened to you, and you might even end up crying... If you were "Her"? Would you be able to set yourself free? ..Or will you learn "How to be a Heartbreaker"?

Bad Boy's Girl is hitting the big screen SOON! Brought to life by Lotus Production, Diamond Films España, and WEBTOON Productions. AVAILABLE NOW IN PAPERBACK AND EBOOK WITH EXCLUSIVE COLE POV CHAPTERS:http://badboysgirl.pagedemo.co/ "Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you'd follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix." Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever Tessa O'Connell is a girl as ordinary as they come-or so she thinks. Her aim for senior year is to keep her head down yet somehow manage to convince her childhood love Jay Stone to love her back. What she isn't prepared for is for Jay's brother, Cole to return to town and change the life she's always been seemingly content to live. Tall, gorgeous as all hell and a bad boy with ocean blue eyes and the perfect edge of adorability, he was her greatest tormentor, her number one enemy.But the guy that's come back is like no one Tessa's ever come across. He challenges her, he tests her limits, he forces her to bring out the girl she's long ago buried under a veil of mediocrity and most of all he compels her to consider that perhaps the boy that infuriates her to the point of no return might just her guardian angel. Warning: The story comes with a bad boy notorious for making you swoon, inducing hysterical laughter and making you question whether you could purchase a clone on eBay.

Eve has accidentally entered into a love contract with Cupid. She has to find her soulmate, or be his slave forever. If that wasn't hard enough, she has a new boss, a mental mom and a mean girl colleague. What's a girl to do?

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.

"Anyways, without further ado, are you in or are you out." "Are you joking?" "It's left to you babe." "You're kidding." I affirm, throwing my hand up in the air with my eyes wide open. "No baby strictly business." Dario stretches out his hands for a shake, nudging me to take it with his eyes. "Perfect," he whispers. "Now babe I think I deserve a kiss don't I?" I rolled my eyes at him, turning away. "Well fine then, have it your way." he said picking out his iPhone. I quickly aimed to grab his phone but he successfully avoided my hands, which left me no choice but to pull his head lower to my length and then place a small kiss on his lips. For the love of God. "Tsk tsk tsk, you really shouldn't be pecking me." he smirks. Yo, I mean it's a dream kissing him but I was expecting something maybe more romantic, you know, sweet not a fucking blackmailing deal. I placed another kiss on his lips. "That still wasn't a kiss babe." He whispers. For all the times he had called me babe, had my heart skipping beats. "Have you always been this sick or just fucked in the brain." I am playing with fire. I might as well just get burnt. "Never had experience?, well I'd be more than glad to teach you." He pulled me closer, staring at my lips with him subconsciously licking him, he almost looked dazed. Dario places his left hand on my waist and right hand at the side of my face before slowly connecting his lips to mine. The way he kissed, soft , the way he moved, slow. His lips felt so good against mine. I kissed him back gracefully, with him licking my bottom lips for entrance in which I gave him full access to devour my mouth with his. He pulled me closer to him as my hands found their way to his hair with me running my hands through his black soft hair, wishing the moments never stopped but it did, prior to the loud angry cloud above us. It felt so good, I was going to cry. Dario get what he wants when he wants. Read on.

"She is pure, like snow, while I am burning with guilt," "and I would gladly let her cool me down." Peyton Hart didn't know exactly what she was getting herself into, all she knew was that she might just be out of her mind for agreeing. She didn't expect to find herself falling, nor did she expect herself to end up as confused as ever. However, when the richest guy in New York makes her an offer too good to be true, she finds herself agreeing before thinking about how absurd it really is, but after all . . . She really needed the money. ⚠️ NOTE: I wrote this book at a very young age and while I was still developing my writing skills. I have since improved a ton! So read at your own risk, but be kind if you do read it. ⚠️

"I don't want to meet him!" I said as I got pushed by my sister towards the coffee shop. I sighed as I stommed in the coffee shop to see the guy who I was suppose to get married and when I reached the table and saw him, I was shocked. Because that guy who I was suppose to marry was non other than my own classroom teacher. ----------------------------------------------------------- Jasmin Alam, a strong, hot headed, and funny girl who is secretly an agent. When Jasmine got a case to crake where she needs to disguise herself as a higschool student and have to solve a case there, she was more than happy until she heard the news that she was getting married to her own classroom teacher, Tyran Ishfaq. How will Jasmine disguise herself as a student in Tyran's class and crake the case while playing the tripple role of a wife, an agent and a student in her own husband's classroom while he have no clue of this whole game? Join Tyran and Jasmine in the journey of action, adventure, mystery, and not to mention romance. It is a modern Muslim Tale! #5 in lovestory #1 in disguise #2 in Muslimlovestory #7 in Agent

Waking up to a seven month long coma, Margo can't remember a thing from her past. Learning that she's a mother, and wife. And on top of that, a princess and was married to the head of the mafia family who seized the control of the small kingdom thru her. Her husband is a ruthless man. Cunning and a tyrant but also crazy for her. And will do any selfish and evil things just to not let her get away. What will happened if her past catch up to her, and a big secret of her life even she didn't knew. Memories or none.

The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.