Basically Bakuhoe is a sexy cop, and you're the prisoner, insane and trying to seduce the walking time bomb. But after a bit of the seducing you start loving him, and hope that he will let you out, and be a criminal with you.

No one even knew that it was possible, but seeing is believing. Usually werewolves meet their mates after they meet their wolves for the first time when they are 16 years old. What will happen when the young alpha meets his mate at the age of 6? Alana is a small abused 5 year old, Elijah is a overprotective 6 year old alpha. They have a connection like no one has seen before. What will happen if soulmates meet as such a young age? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ This is my first book ever! There might be some spelling/grammar mistakes, it might be cliche. Who knows? Let's see what happens... I hope you enjoy! Comment and Vote! Pictures are from the internet and does not belong to me.

"She's got some nice long hair and you know she's a bad chick, all the boys stare. Can't help it, its a habit. Clothes that she wears, short skirt and a jacket."

[on hold] Hana was the eldest daughter of King Il of the Kingdom of Kouka. She was 18 years old, the same age as Hak and Soo-won while also being two years older than Yona. In contrast to Yona who had striking velvet-red hair, Hana was born with natural orange hair. That was how she earned the name Hana of the Dusk from Soo-won. At the age of 12, when she was informed that she would be the Queen in the next few years after her father's retirement, Hana had refused the throne, for she deemed she was not fit to become the ruler of the kingdom. She had persuaded her father to pass the title of the heiress to Yona, since Yona had a good heart and would obviously be a better ruler than Hana. Besides, Hana preferred a life with freedom; not bound to any duties. King Il had reluctantly agreed and granted her wish. Hana then stayed with the Wind Tribe to train with Lord Mun-Dok and Hak. She lived a good life, getting a chance to do whatever she wanted. She had a kind and loving father, a sister who adored her so much, and a childhood best friend who loved to annoy her. She wouldn't want it the other way around. But we don't get to choose what happens in our lives, do we? On this one particular night, Hana's life turned into hell in a blink of an eye.

Juliette M. Lake was not fat. She was curvy and had the hips of a goddess, that didn't stop her from feeling as insecure as ever. Even though her friends tell her she's perfect. Maybe she'll start believing when her bosses brother Joins the company and makes it his business to be around Juliette all day. The last one was all the way under the table and I tried to bend down and get it. Stretching my arms to reach the sheet, almost got it! Then I heard the door to the meeting room open and I stopped all movement. Whoever it was didn't say anything for a while then spoke. "What a fine pair of cheeks"

Great reform had taken place when all the female werewolves had been eliminated by a mysterious plague. Hopeless and uncertain of how to continue their population, human mates were taken. It seemed that female wolves were never going to be born again, however, it changed. Everything changed. Most say it was the Moon Goddess's enemies who caused the plague to taint the population, others say she will bless them again. So she did. A white wolf and an elemental user. The Moon Goddess, especially blessed those who she belonged to. *Contains Mature Themes* #8 in She-Wolf

He was strange. Dangerous. Psycho. She was quiet. Smart. Good. Amy's life changes when she meets Kayden. They get closer and closer until Amy suddenly wants to back out. The thing is, well, he certainly wouldn't let her. Disclaimer: This book does have sensitive topics in it. There is violence, talk of sexual assault and offensive language. Please take this into consideration before reading this book. SECOND BOOK IS OUT!

Ara, the only woman left alive after a plague, is searching for a way to save humanity. She thinks there isn't a man she can trust, until she meets Kaden. ***** A plague has swept over the Earth, killing the majority of the population and every female. Except one. Ara witnessed the horror and destruction, but for the last three years she has survived. Now, desperation and hunger force her out of the mountains and onto a dangerous path; across the flooded downtown and through the gangs of survivors is hope. Ara's father spoke of a clue that could save not just her, but humanity. Then she is captured by a group of men. Despite the seeming kindness of Kaden, a young man her own age, Ara doesn't know if she can trust them. Then again, there's no way she can cross the plague-ridden city on her own. Men. Monsters. Is there a difference? This is the story of The Last She. (This book contains all of The Last She Series - Book 1: The Last She, Book 2: The Last City and Book 3: The Last Creation) [[word count: 250,000-300,000 words]]

The world thought that only male werewolves were alive. That the last of the females had died out over two decades ago. Female births were rare, to begin with, and after the Alpha, Above All gave the kill order for the remaining females, none were thought to have survived. The few female pups born each year were executed immediately. It was widely believed that they would grow to be careless and vicious, cold-blooded savages. They were stronger than the males and would be hard to control. It was brutal and cold. And thought to be wildly necessary. Katherine has been under the radar for as long as she can remember. Born to Jordan, Alpha of the BloodRush Pack, her blood carries the scent that only comes from power. She was hidden from birth with her human Step-mother. Her father taught her how to fight. How to hide. How to run. And he taught her well. ------------------------- Silence occupied the clearing for moments before he spoke "You Katherine, you are The Last Female Werewolf."

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.