Myra Mirandinelle Gray is easily sucked into a life she didn't expect after she attends a party for graduating Seniors. She crosses paths with the most powerful werewolf in the world and doesn't even know it, she crosses paths with him in more than one way. She finds out that he happens to be her mate which causes her to have to dig into her ancestry because werewolves can't mate humans. Myra slowly begins to find her life falling into a twisted cliche which turns out to not be so cliche.

"What do you mean by you're alone? You don't have anything to go back to?" I asked staring at him. He didn't even bother to look at me. "Go home." he ordered. "You're not my Alpha, my dad, or my-higher power," I huffed. "You're right, I'm not. I'm worse," he said and looked over at me. "But I could protect you," "Not sure if I'm comforted by your words, to be frank," I admitted. He chuckled and ran a hand through his beautiful silky hair. "It's not a matter of comfort. If I wanted you to be safe around me I'd ask you to bring your boyfriend with you," "Well, I'm not sure Jamie would approve of any of this. And how do you know I want to go anywhere with you?" "Because, baby, you want answers. And I'm the only one who has them." I wasn't sure if it was the pet name, the smile, or the tone of his voice that had me melting inside. But I knew in that moment that I would do anything he asked of me. I knew I would obey him. He was right. I did want answers, I wanted to know why this suck ass town. Why me? Why him? And what WAS he exactly? Who was he? "Okay."

Once the ceremony began, I focused on the stage. That is when I found the source of the intoxicating scent. Standing on the stage, in all his glory, was the son of the alpha. We locked eyes, his catching a gleam in them, his eyes briefly changed colour to that of his wolfs, but he quickly gained control. Blinking rapidly, I averted my eyes, to my brother, and that's when I realised. My mate is the alpha!

[Warning! This story includes extreme mature content, MUST FAN TO READ AS MOST CHAPTERS ARE PRIVATE. >>Private chapters have been moved to 'Restricted Chapters for my Stories<<] Sasha Montgomery has been cheated on over and over again ever since her first boyfriend. Now she believes that the reason why is because she just doesn't cut it in bed. Now for the sake of a future husband and her happily ever after, she's starting an experiment on of how to pleasure a man in bed. The lucky man? Her best friends twin who so happens to be her boss!

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

Zelda Stacy gets sucked into a life she was born for, a life she has no choice but to fight in. Defiant exterior and creamy interior. Zelda was immediately taken out of her typical life and tossed into a world called Night. There there aren't any rules except "don't fuck up". Unfortunately for Zelda, she goes against the grain for a living. In this world there are seven species: Humans, Vampires, Demons, Werewolves, Shifters, Angels, and Witches/Warlocks. No rules? Oh, this is paradise. "Not really sure if you're really a bad girl or not," he taunted with a small grin. "You don't want to know if I'm a bad girl." she snickered leaning into his face, she inhaled his minty scent and felt his body temperature spike. "Bad girls don't give in to idiots like you." his lips twitched. She got up and walked away. Lynn came up to her with a raised brow. "You've got all the inhuman boys after you," she said shaking her head. "This will be interesting." "They can chase all they like, I don't believe in this bullshit." Lynn only laughed. "Boy, oh, boy you are in for a rude awakening. One of these days you're gonna be all pinned against a wall by one of these beasts holding on to your dear soul as they suck the life from your body in all sorts of ways. They're quite the creative ones." "I'd kill to see them try," she said with daring eyes. Lynn snickered. "Oh, you'll see them try, girl."

This is now an alternate storyline in the Fallen Crest series. This was scrapped and Fallen Crest Family was written instead. This will also be finished and published for those who would like to purchase it. I will post the link here when it is available.

"Tóso ómorfi," someone almost growled behind me. My heart jolted with shock in my chest as I shrieked and whirled around. An imposing man stood before me, his almost-black eyes full of desire. The sleek tuxedo he was wearing fitted the broad expanse of his torso like a second skin. His sun kissed complexion was without flaw and a shadow crept across the shape of his clean shaven jawline. I could smell the bittersweet musk of his aftershave from where I was standing. He was the human vessel of Adonis. In less than two steps, he had strode forwards until he was right in front of my face. I could not breathe. The air was as heavy as lead in my lungs. A second passed. He paused-I allowed the moment I had to recoil from him to dissipate around us-and he gripped my chin hard and pushed his mouth fiercely over mine. I was paralyzed and my mind raced. Why was he in the women's toilets? Frances Hayward is a journalist known for her ice queen demeanour-despite her popular articles discussing the do's and don'ts of romance as alter ego Valerie D'Voire. She is also cursed with the burden of keeping her emotions in check after an accident in her past. Ensuring her dormant state is natural for Frances, but tensions run high and remaining in control proves difficult when she meets Greek bachelor Mr Krieos.

He's the new mysterious tenant across the street. She's spent her entire life here. Can he convince her that life isn't a place, but what you keep with you? [Thank you for reading! Just a note that later chapters of A Little Crazy will contain content that is suitable for a mature audience. HAPPY READING! - Christina and Lauren]