He was Stone Cold.. literally. Frozen in time for centuries, A vampire awaiting his beloved to set him free. History always fascinated her. But she had no idea that it wasn't history that tugged her towards itself. It was the one who lived in the history. A cursed vampire lord turned to stone, A human girl born to lift his curse. Read more to find out how their story unfolds. (It's my first story. Please go easy on me ❤) ~I don't own the picture used in the cover.~

Neglected,beaten,tortured. All words that describe 18 year old Harper. Her parents sold her at the age of 4 to the slave traders. Now 14 years later she is almost beyond repair. Her hopes of escaping have long been forgotten. She is but a human robot. Cruel,Merciless,Cold hearted. All words that describe him. He is a man everyone fears, who nobody dare cross. He was James Black. Billionaire,player and head of the mafia. She sat in a dark gloomy cell, the single bulb had gone out long ago. She was alone but she didn't mind. It was peaceful but she couldn't relax. Tonight she would be either sold or killed. "I want two girls, show me them all" *Completed* *This book will be uploaded onto good novel*

His eyes were the darkest blue, his hair a messy black halo, his jaw defined his cheek bones high he is the most beautiful male that I've ever seen and he's my mate and he's mine...but is he? Can I stake a claim on someone who refuses to even notice my existance, and acts like I'm a living curse designed to make him suffer just by looking at me. What would you do if you are mated to the coldest alpha there is? I know from the look of those cold beautiful eyes... He doesn't want me

"You know baby, you were right." I ignored his usual pet names. "I usually am. About what this time?" I asked him, continuing to sketch his body on the paper. "I really am lucky that you're not jail bait." "Huh? Why would you-" I was cut off by his lips capturing mine. To say I was shocked would be a lie. I was completely astonished. This cocky, arrogant bastard had just taken my first kiss. Meredith Summers has lived a very lonely life since her parents figured she was old enough to leave at home alone for long periods of time. The only one who filled the void was her best friend Kyson Maddox. Kyson has his own shit going on- especially after his mom passes away and he is forced to go live with the father and half-brother he despises. From her first meeting with Kaden, Ky's brother, Meredith has thought of him as standoffish and extremely cocky, especially for a famous world Boxer known as the Mad Ox. But what happens when Mr. Cocky himself takes a special interest with Meredith?

‶Your little mate, what is she like?″ ‶She's wild, but all the best flowers are.″ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ No one has ever seen Alpha Cedric Veiler smile. He is the ancient lycan King, and the most powerful creature living on earth. His eyes are red like the devil. His face covered in nasty scars. Not to mention that he's as tall as a tree, and built like a god. Though he has his own pack to worry about, Veiler goes undercover. He poses as a college professor to scope out the enemy. When he arrives, he finds himself surrounded by something he's despised his whole life. Humans. When he runs into an itty bitty, 18 year old human girl with big doe eyes in his class, Alpha Veiler knows he's in trouble. Because no lycan has ever had a human mate, and nothing ever makes the King smile. And it seems Hendrix is the only exception to both. It's just too bad that she has daddy issues. COMPLETED ✓ Highest rankings #1 in Lycans - 9/9/19 #1 in Music - 2/15/20 #1 in Age-gap - 4/29/20 #23 in Werewolf - 2/21/20 #4 in Daddy issues - 8/15/19 #3 in Forbidden - 1/29/20

"Can you honestly believe your sister is marrying Damien- fucking- Gray??" "Yeah." "Aren't you excited? He's rich. He's hot. And now you get to see him everyday!" "Yeah." "I feel like you aren't listening to me, Tia." Lilian pinches my cheeks, snapping me out of my daydream. "Oh sorry." "Are you excited?" She repeats waiting for me. A tall, broad figure behind her distracts me again. And it's him. Damien Gray. And there's my sister, Marinette. Right behind him. She kisses him deeply, and I notice his eyes remaining open. The gray orbs gaze around before settling on me. And he's just staring at me, an emotion filling his eyes. I've never seen him give my sister this look before. Is it good or bad? Wrong or right? I mean, he's looked at me this way before. Does he only look at me this way? "I guess I am." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« "I don't know. There's something about you." His fingers graze across my cheeks, eyes piercing into my soul. "Something like what?" I blush unconsciously, anticipating his next move. Damien tilts my face up and I tip-toe to match his height, but fail. Taking his free hand, he holds my waist and pushes me up on the wall, inching closer to me. Our lips graze across one another and his eyes darken. "Oh. I think you know, babygirl. I'm attracted." He groans out and I bit my lip. Setting me down, he pulls away and fixes his suit. Leaving me alone in my room, confused. Yeah, it's good. But it's wrong.

MATURE!! "Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them. She managed to shake her head. He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive." Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover. "Sir I don't think-" "No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty." Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his. "What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip. He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."