Lucille is 17 years old. She does not have many friends. She's always been by herself since she had a hard time making friends. Ethan is also 17 years old. He is one of the most popular guys at school. He is the head of his baseball team. Boys admire him. And girls drool over his perfect looks. One night Ethan saves Lucille from a robbery. From there, one crazy decision made by the two to become "friends with benefits" leads to an endless, hot romance that's full of tears and untold feelings.

Every King needs a Queen. Sebastian isn't going to let his slip away, no matter how hard she tries. +++++ Sequel to Million Dollar Man

Next thing I know my back is crashed to the wall and he has me pinned. He leans in and my heart starts to speed up. What does he want from me? He leans until there is almost no space between us and I can feel his warm breath on my ear. And he whispers "there is no mistake doll. You belong to me. And you are not going anywhere." I can't believe what I heard. I belong to him is he joking are something. I build up my courage and try to speak with confidence. "I don't belong to no one except for myself. And please let me go now cause I have to be leaving." His eyes are fuming with anger. Then he laughs coldly and tells me "ow but that's where you are wrong sweet thing. You do belong to me, every thing on you belongs to me. And I will not tolerate this kind of disrespect from my mate or anyone. So you better choose your next words wisely." I just gulp. I lost all my confidence and I don't want to get on this guys bad side Alpha Black has a reputation of his ruthless ways. So I just nod my head not able to form words. ~~~ Amelia Reed, 18 years old, is the daughter of Beta Reed, the Beta of the White lake pack. She has been training to be a warrior for 4 years now and doesn't want nothing to do with a mate. Alpha Mason Black, 25 years old, is the Alpha of the Black moon pack and has been waiting for his mate in 7 years. What happens when these to meet at the mate meeting. And what will happen when Amelia doesn't want to be owned. ~~~ My story is supposed to be for mature audience (18+). It will contain abusive relationship. But if you choose to read it any way than read at your own risk❤️

Growing up, I was trained to be everything a woman should be. I had to be respectful, believe that a man was always right, have good posture, never speak back and the list goes on. In my eyes, it was how to be the perfect puppet. I was to be someone who allowed anyone to pull her strings. That I should be easy to control and manipulate. For the longest while I played by those rules. Listening and obeying to every lecture but every once in a while broke one or two. The price for breaking a rule was lashes with a belt and depending on which rule was broken determined the number of lashes. This caused my skin to be littered in bruises, but that didn't stop me. It was only because of my mother who laid on her deathbed was when I decided to be a proper lady. To perhaps follow in her footsteps. To maybe someday find true love and have a family of my own, but that all came crashing down and a wave of reality splashed me in the face. My father, deciding that I was of age to be wedded, had arranged a marriage for me. I had no say in the matter, of course. All I knew was that this man was the equivalent to the devil and that he was filfthy rich. I guess it's time for me to show him just how much of a proper woman that I am.

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

Gangs. That was the one thing that had ruined Evelyn Summers life since the start. With her brother being the leader of “The London's Eyes,”growing up in a world of cruelty was something Evelyn Summers had to become accustomed to. But thing's about to get a whole lot worse. Gangs are starting to form all over London- with the intention of destroying London's Eyes. What will happen when the leader of the most powerful gang offers protection in exchange for Evie? Will Evie be able to survive Sebastian King? She just might have to- because as we all know, Sebastian isn't planning on letting her go any time soon. +++++ Our breaths were heavy and ragged, our chests skimming against each other. "You're no good for me." I whispered, my eyes searching his emotionless ones. "Well that's just too bad, now is it?" +++++

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.