LEMONS OF YOU AND DA MARKIMOO....

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

She was beauty. She was grace. Now all she had left was a monster to chase. // "How come I never get you roses when you are the one who deserves them more than I do?" "Because you are my rose, angel."

Rupture: [noun] a separation into parties or within a party; a schism. In a world of destruction, riot, and division, she was set to kill all, stopping at none. Then he came along, and he reminded her of what it was like to feel. When everybody else chose the rupture, they chose to unite.

Nina Perez was a calm and low profile girl in her high school. She was a secret fighter and would fight at a club with her bestfriends. She had a cousin, Colton Gray who was really close to her. Adrian Ross, was a fighter too. Being trap in a problem with the principal with his friends, he had to ask for help. What were the odds that the person turn out to be Nina? P.s Like always it might be boring from the start but believe me it gets better. Many of you requested the smut part and I try my best to write it for you guys. There might be some mistakes but I'll be editing really soon. Hope you enjoy it;) LovelyShifah Sneak peak⬇ I felt Adrian's hand moved and went higher on my waist. There was a gap between my skirt and my top. He found it and started to rub circle with his thumb. His lips found my neck and he started to kiss it, making me closed my eyes. I tilt my head giving him more space but he stopped and chuckled. I knew he was teasing me but guess what? Two can play that game. My back was still to him and he had his arm around my waist. I didn't move away but instead, I pressed myself on him. I felt his breath hitched when I started to make a slow movement with my ass going along with the music. I smirked when I found Adrian junior getting hard. I continued for a few minutes before pulling away from him. I made my way to leave but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me the other way.

Please look into reading the full story on Amazon! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CTN28YRV?nodl=1&dplnkId=5d6a5848-c601-4164-9a4d-b934a6d97e01 "Ever Daniel don't you ever ever kiss or touch another male again!" Mason snapped at me. "Why? What's going to stop me anymore?! You didn't run after me!" I screamed at him. He had me pinned against the bedroom wall. "Ever! Your mine! No one else can have you!" He growled at me. "Says who?!" He had my arms pinned above my head with his huge hands. "Says me!" Mason spat back. His legs were on either side of me. His waist and chest had me shoved back to the wall. "Bite me!" I glared at my huge mate. HIs eyes turned black. "Gladly." He smirked and moved down to where he would mark me. *-------------------------------------------------* Ever Daniel More. Blonde, kind of tall, and a werewolf. She is special in many ways, but never she never would've guessed what would happen to her one day. She met the rival pack's Alpha. They were mates. They both new it too. ~~~~~~ Mason Rares. Tall, gorgeous, black hair, and an Alpha of a feared pack of werewolves. He has always been feared, and never ever has he been afraid of anything. When he finds his mate, will he have something to fear? Or maybe finally someone is not afraid of him. *If possessiveness is the outcome of true love, then anger is the outcome of true care. Some people just don't see that.* -Anonymous

In which love helps us mend the broken pieces that the past had caused. Harry Styles fan fiction. All rights reserved to Paleharold copyright of 2014 fall. Completed.

Under a stormy winter sky, moonlight guides my steps as my paws crunch the forest floor. A strange sound breaks the silence. Picking up pace, I'm drawn to a hidden bundle beneath a holly bush. Inside, a baby looks up, tears halted by curiosity. Unsure of its origin, I shift to my human form, cradling it. Warm and content, the child babbles, eyes full of wonder. Shifting back, I carry the tiny bundle safely to my castle.

I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.