Gabrielle Lane, a very colorful and joyous woman with a big heart. She was never one to judge, spread rumors, or stay mad at someone for over a day. Closing up her shop one night she was bombarded by three men. Elijah Knight, a cold and dangerous man who never cared for anyone except his crew. A job gone wrong have him meet the the caring and sweet Gabrielle. He instantly disliked the young girl, hating everything about her. But when his hate turns into something more... something deeper, will he be able to control the obsession he soon has over her Warning: This is a dark novel and will have a lot of mature scenes. It will have also a lot of disturbing scenes such as violence, abuse, and other sensitive topics. This is not for people with soft hearts. Meant for 18+

Ephraim is the most feared mercenary in this mafia world. Known to be heartless, cruel, inconsiderate, with no pity what so ever. He's known for getting everything he wants and getting rid of any competition. However, he'd never imagine he would give up his woman. Marina is appealing for her intelligence and beauty, but she's not perfect. Having suffered enough, she's left with the love life keeping her sane. But what happens when her savior isn't who she thinks he is?

"I'm a monster." "Just because that's what you believe, doesn't mean it's true." Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling along with the rest of her body. His eyes darkened as she took a step back. The contradiction proving the wrong in her words. He laughed darkly, her movements didn't go unnoticed, she knew they wouldn't, his observant eyes were always analyzing her, he knew her body and he knew her. Maybe even better than she knew herself. "I just killed 3 people right in front of your own-" he stopped, only to trace his finger over her closed eyes. "-innocent eyes, and you tell me I'm not a monster?" "I'm a beast Eleanor, and you know it." he took a threatening step forward, trapping her between the wall and his body. His muscles flexed as he lifted his arms, placing them on either side of her face. "Zan-" "I am ruthless tesora," his hot breath fanned over her exposed neck. She held in a moan that was daring to escape. "but somehow you fail to see that." "I am no angel, Eleanor. Hence I wouldn't be surprised if Satan chose me as his right-hand." he hissed angrily, a traitor tear rolled down her cheek as fear struck her. "I had given up on love for a long time, and then you decided to stumble into my life, ruining your own in the proces." He growled. "And now I can't let you go." He drew in a deep breath before crashing his soft lips onto hers. Sealing her fate along with his own. Make sure to check out the trailer!

"Aw, are you scared, petalo?" He said, walking towards me menacingly. I glared at him, positioned in a protective stance as he strode confidently my way. I backed against the wall as he buried his face into my neck and chuckled, placing both hands against the wall behind my head. "You should be, baby." He whispered, his teeth grazing my ear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 22 year old Rose Waters was innocent, she had grown up that way. Even after both parents died, Rose was strong, in her own way. She focused all of her energy on three simple goals. 1) Stay out of trouble 2) Have the perfect husband, family and life 3) Fall in love But when she meets the charismatic, stubborn and insanely gorgeous Marco Pacciello, could she hold it all together? Even when he takes full control of her life? How do you defy the boss of the Italian mafia and live to tell the tale... or not to tell.

Highest rating: #45 in werewolf - -CURRENTLY ON HOLD. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.- "You are mine, Ari." He said, growling in my neck. "Mine to touch, worship, love, admire and spoil." His arms went around my waist and he pinned my against the wall, burying his face in my neck. He bit my neck playfully and I gasped, clenching his shoulders for support. Then he licked the wound to ease the sting and nipped on it teasingly. His hand moved under my shirt to caress my skin and he started leaving wet kisses up my neck to my lower jaw. I moaned in pleasure when his lips met mine and cupped his face with my palm. He grabbed my butt and lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around him. He pressed me against the wall and bit my lip, stealing another moan from me. "Only I, can make you moan like this." He growled. "Remember Ari, NO ONE but I, can touch you like this," his hand moved up to brush against my breast and I moaned as my body shivered. "As I said, you are mine. And today I'll prove that to you." Before I could comprehend what he meant, I felt a sharp pain in my neck as his canines sank in my flesh and I screamed out in absolute bliss. --- Arianna has always loved Ashton. Ever since they were kids, he was all she wanted. But for Ashton, Arianna was like the forbidden love. She was human. He was a werewolf. And how could he love someone knowing he had a mate somewhere out there? So he pushed her away. He showed her he didn't care. He slept with the school's slut. He insulted her and he had her feel neglected. But he kept telling himself it was for the best. Little did he know, she was his mate. But was only once he was 16 and he had successfully pushed her away enough to make her hate him, did he realize the truth. All he was left with was a broken heart, a human mate that hated him and his unquenchable repentance. Will he be able to fight the barriers he made her put up? Or will he lose her for the good? Read to find out in "The Alpha Saw Me Naked".

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

Beverly Rachel McAdams the typical fresh out of high school girl. She lives with her single mother, and cannot afford to go to college or university. One day she comes home from work to find a hot stranger in her living room who expects her to marry him. This sexy stranger is a cocky and arrogant soon-to-be alpha and king. As Beverly is forced to marry him she discovers two things. One:She is a descendant of a demon and she possesses unnatural demon powers Two:She actually begins to like this cocky and arrogant Alpha king

"Why me?" I trembled as I looked up on him, he stood tall over looking down at me with not one bit of emotion swirl in his eyes. "Because I want you and I always get what I want" he stated sternly using his thumb to wipe away my tears. ******************************************************* Jayde Eveline transferred from her old school in south Carolina to move to California after her father got a new job, she was quite excited after her tramoutic past and the feeling of emptiness and alone. She was the typical teenage girl by some while to others she was very special, she had a very curvaceous body that would make any woman jealous, her dark brown hair that swayed anytime she walked and her soft touch that would make even a baby stop its tantrum, her chocolate eyes that glistened when infront of the sun. She was more than polite and kind to her elders, not very fond and the attention kept to herself more than anything. Zayn Walker the most feared son of the most feared man in the world moved from italy to America, indeed of s woman to give birth to his heir after his father stood down from the thrown, the guy who swooned any woman, his tall 6'4 figure his dark hair that was normally well combed and his tattoos that ran down his fingers. He played with females heart like a toy and at just the age of 19 he was already the second in line for the most feared man over the whole globe, he didnt care who the female was from as long as she was beautiful. What happens when he attends Geroge Heatington Highschool and laid his eyes on the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. He'll stop at anything to have her and anything means death. Warning!! Smut Violence Sexual Assault

This is my story of getting raped and having to cope by myself and how I'm still coping with the trauma. Everything in this story is true. (not for the soft hearted)

#1 in What's hot list and still counting going on. Allahamdulilah. Thank you my beautiful readers. "You're a bad omen.. If anyone see your face first in the morning then nothing good will happen like it happened with me. " His eyes blazing in anger as he spoke these words. "It wasn't my fault... It was Allah's will.. Please don't say these words I am your wife. " She was crying as she replied. He roughly caught her hair and pinned her to the wall eyes blazing in anger. "Never ever do you say that you're my wife.. Understand??" He spoke as he more gripped her shoulders forcefully as he threw her on the floor. "You filthy rag..you don't deserve me" with that he walked away. He hated her She loved him with all her heart. He treated her like a maid She did all her duties as a housewife. When he needed her she was there before he could call her. When he realised his mistake it was already too late. Cover credit goes to @_PrincessRapunzel_