Wedding Planner's Golden Rule: Don't fall in love with the groom. Handsome, charming, billionaire playboy, Aiden Carlisle's wedding to beautiful, but demanding Caroline Baxter is set to be the event of the century. Sweet, smart and talented, Rosalie Darling is the best in the business; wedding planner to the stars! Planning a wedding brings people together, but what if it brings the wrong people close? * "Aiden. Aiden," she said, softly, hurriedly, breathlessly, clutching my shirt in her delicate hands. Her body was pulling me closer and her mind was pushing me away. I couldn't tear my eyes off her face, her lips. She was breathing heavily. "I'm planning your wedding," she said, her eyes focused on my lips, so close to hers, as she bit down on her lower lip. I smirked, chuckling darkly. "What wedding?" I asked. I tightened the grip that I had on her. And I pressed my lips to hers. * #1 in Love #2 in Romance #20 in Bad Boy

I felt deep heavy breathes fanning my face. I hesitantly looked up. 'Damn it Kage! You're a hybrid! Stop acting scared!' I mentally scolded myself. I looked up to lock gaze with a set of piercing bright honey golden eyes. Bright bluish-silver specks surrounding his eyes. I felt drawn to them. My eyes roamed his face and let me tell you...he was a Greek god. Perfectly shaped eyebrows, straight nose, firm pink lips and a strong, sharp jawline. I am 100% sure this man was sculpted by the gods themselves. His face just looks so kissable. A few locks of his jet black silky hair fell onto his forehead. Damn...... Tingles started to emerge from the contact of my hands above me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Eeek!" I was being thrown over his broad muscled shoulders....wait, what? 'Snap out of it Kage!!!!' "Who the hell are you!? Damn it! Put me down before I send your head flying!" I threatened as I growled. I thrashed my legs all about and punched his back. His grip on me tightened and he kept walking as if there wasn't a raging Hybrid on his shoulders. "Let me go! Goddammit!" "Stop squirming and shut the hell up before I take you right here, right now, mate." He warned in a deep growl. Well shit, did he just say Mate? ⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊ Hey everyone, this is my first book so please forgive me if there are any incorrect grammars, spelling, you know, stuff like that. Please enjoy☺︎ 1st Book in the Lycan series. Highest Ranks: #1 in Lycan {18/5/2018} #1 in witch {21/8/2018} #1 in moon goddess {12/9/2020} #1 in lost memories {1/7/2020} #1 in werewolf {14/6/2020} #1 in goddess {31/7/2020} #1 in halfbreed {10/9/2020} #1 in possessive {8/1/2021} #2 in love {13/3/2019} #2 in hybrid {27/7/2020} #4 in vampire {16/1/2019} Started- 7/3/2018 Status- Ongoing

Now published on Amazon Kindle in E-book & Paperback! After a whirlwind journey to be together, Emily Wentworth and Jake Melvin find out their expecting a baby... At the tender age of seventeen. When Jake is wrongfully accused of murder, a pregnant Emily has no choice but to take the law into her own hands and prove his innocence. With Jake out of the picture, can Emily step up and save him before it's too late? Their unborn child, Jake's future and Emily's dream of having a family is at stake. The two lovebirds thought their drama was left behind in the past... Turns out, it's only just getting started! The second novel in the 'HIS' series.

Christmas Break spent in the Netherlands sounds like the perfect way for Charlotte Wright to relax with her best friend - until she sees the family that they'll be spending Christmas with! Wolfram van der Waals makes no secret of the fact he isn't Charlotte's biggest fan, even though he's never met her before. A quitter may have given up on getting Wolf to like her, but Charlotte is determined to make it a very merry Christmas - and that includes getting Scrooge to crack a smile! Her efforts blow up in her face and with Christmas soured, she has no reason to think of Wolf in the ensuing five years that she's spent establishing her matchmaking business in New York City. Until one day he makes her an offer too good to refuse...

Samara comes closer to me, now studying my face. Her eyes are wandering all over my facial features. I contort my face in confusion at her weird stares, "Umm, hey-" "Listen, can you wear my wedding dress and be a bride at my place?" She questions. Ec-excuse me? I give her a long stare. I think she is joking and would burst into laughter any minute...but she doesn't. Her face has no trace of humour. "What?" I quirk up my brow. "You've to be a bride at my place." She repeats with no hesitation. Cold shiver trickles through me. .... An Accidental Bride. A Mistaken Groom. A Marriage Neither Saw Coming. 18-year-old Sanaya Frances was finding a way to pay for college. Becoming a cook in the grand Hobsons estate seemed like the perfect opportunity-until a twist of fate lands her in a wedding dress, hidden behind a veil, taking vows meant for someone else. Ashar Hobsons, 25, a powerful businessman, thinks he's marrying his childhood fiancée. But his world turns upside down-he's been tricked into marrying a stranger. Two strangers. One unplanned marriage. No easy way out. And definitely... no room for love. Or is there? ... Copyright © 2019 Book cover credit: @wasphoria

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

ATTENTION: This story has been discontinued! The new version can be found on my profile under the same title with a different cover. • • • Girls like her weren't supposed to fall for boys like him. She was too soft -too sweet- and he was too angry. He would hurt her; it was inevitable. But he didn't want to. He never wanted to. And that was all that really mattered. • • • | the twilight saga | [ paul lahote x oc ] [ © -Vanillarain13 ]

Annabel McGromery is fragile. Small, quiet, and sweet, she stumbles upon the unfortunate presence of Blade Black. Blade is viscous, and nothing will change that. But when he finds his mate, and kidnaps her, can the sweet, fragile girl find it in her to escape? Maybe even hurt some people? Or, if she stays, can she accept Blade's ways? Not to mention she's a cat loving human among the werewolves.

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"