"You ran, sunshine. Seven fucking years, an ocean, a quiet little life. You thought distance could cure you of me. Sweet thing - I'm the disease. And I don't want the fucking cure either. I took the throne so I could put every camera and every satellite on this planet between you and your next breath. I'll burn London to find the street you live on. I'll tear the Crown off my own head and use it as a key. And when I find you - and I will find you - you can wear that quiet little life like a Sunday dress. I'll peel it off you one slow inch at a time. With my teeth, if I have to." - Asher Rowan _____ To the world, Asher Rowan is the Crown Prince of England - the most photographed man on the planet, with three centuries of bloodline and the entire British intelligence apparatus at his back. To Athena, he is just a boy who read books to her at the back of a public library when they were sixteen. She walked away from him seven years ago. Clean breakup. Calm voice. A lie she swore would die in her mouth. She built a small life in London - paint on her wrists, sunshine in her smile - and told herself she made peace with him. She is about to open her phone, and the world is about to show her his face. He took the throne for one reason. To find her. He expects her to be afraid. He expects her to run. What he does not expect is that the sunshine girl from that library never stopped being his. That she did not leave because she stopped loving him. She left because she loved him too much to let him carry her. He built an empire to hunt her. He took a throne to claim her. And he will burn it all down to drag her back into the only ordinary life he was ever allowed to live. _______ "The Royal Prince | 18+" is the special edition of the "Princes of Ardencrest" Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

[COMPLETED] (Book 1/3) It was him. It was his scent, there was no mistaking it. For months I was searching and now, I know he's here, his musky scent has never been stronger. I ran through the trees and stopped to catch my breath for a second. I couldn't see him. I couldn't hear him. But the mate bond made it possible for me to sense him still. And now, I could smell him, he was so very close. I closed my eyes to collect myself when I felt a hand make its way over my eyes, and an arm slithered around my waist. Ecstasy like I have never felt before swelled in my chest as I relaxed in his arms. I could feel the tears of happiness in my eyes. That's when I heard him speak, and I could almost hear my heart shattering. "You have to stop looking for me, my love." I was still processing his words, before I realized that he was gone. ... Raynhildur Ylva is a dyrith and has always been very different from all the werewolves in her pack. She's had it rough from the start and now, at twenty-one years of age, she's almost given up on finding her mate too. Almost. With no real home, no family, no friends and a band of Liet eyeing her every move, she can only hope for a miracle and find the person she's supposed to be with, to take her away from this life. But what happens when she finally does and he gives her the most confusing signals ever? And the biggest question of all. Who is he? ... Highest rank: #1 in mate #5 in alpha #30 in Werewolf

*Sequel to Little Sister* Violet and Daniel are expecting a baby but Daniel isn't very happy about that. Of course he thinks what's best is to split and Violet does what he wants. With being thirty weeks pregnant, Violet tries her best to raise their child on her own.

"You know the stories about the alpha who rejected his mate, but she's pregnant? Yeah, I'm the daughter in one of those stories. My mom found my dad, they did the do, and he rejected her. A week later, she found out she was pregnant. So she did what she thought was best and ran away." Cassie Mora. The best warrior her pack has and the rejected daughter of an alpha. She lives with her mother and is uncommonly strong. She's also as stubborn as a mule. So when she found out that her father rejected her mother, all hell broke lose. 17 years after her mother ran away, they had to go back. What will her father think? Why has she been dreaming of a certain pair of eyes? Completed: Jan. 16th, 2020

ONLY 3 CHAPTERS AVAILABLE. (I'm sorry, I know this upsets a lot of people but I signed a contract and I have 0 control over how they choose to distribute the book. If you wish to read the rest you can find it on Babelnovel, thank you to everyone who supported my journey.) The constant pressure to be perfect the tormenting, the name calling...that's what pushed her over the edge. Kate Mauren is the second born daughter to the Alpha of the Midnight Star pack. Her father loathes her for being weak, while her mother starves her in fear that her daughter will never find a mate to take care of her. In school she is ignored, tormented by her own brother for being too book smart and for being weak. The last straw was drawn the moment she laid eyes on the captain of the school's rugby team, the Alpha of the Shadow Valley pack and his rejection was her damning. Kate finds that she no longer has anything to live for, the very thing her mother wanted for her...didn't want her. In an effort to please her family, Kate decides to get rid of herself but Fate has a different plan for her.

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

(Cover by: @mayamarip0sa- thank you!) TO REWRITTEN! Mia Feather couldn't help but fall in love with one of the most biggest Mafia leaders, Vincenzo Rossi. She was kind, sweet and innocent. Too good for someone as bad as him. Vincenzo Rossi was powerful, rich and Italian. Not to mention handsome. He could twist anyone around his finger including Mia. They were both young, madly in love and soon to be married, however one day she is left broken and cheated on by him. Years later they meet again. Will Mia forgive her cold-hearted lover? Or will she leave her ex fiancé again to move on? SEQUEL: Cristiano's Craving. BETTER STORY: NEPENTHE. Unedited. First Written: March 2018

Love. It was infuriating yet strangely addicting. It swirls in unknown waters, testing its limits before striking. The sensation of its claws digging into your flesh was all it took for it to become entranced. And then everything collapsed. Everything began to untangle. Everything slowly crumbled to ground. Everything began to fall apart. And you found yourself in the centre of it all, your hands cradling your heart as tears trickled down your cheeks, the salty liquid creating a dark patch on your jeans as it hit the soft fabric. You're vulnerable. You're scared. You're hurt. You're broken. But when you finally have the courage, to wipe away an trace of a broken heart. When you finally lift yourself from the dark pit you had created. When you finally patch together the remnants of your shattered soul. When you finally close your eyes. When you forget. When you become invincible. When you finally heal. It all comes back. Everything. Like an arrow that had been shot in your back, your eyes widening from the unforeseen attack. That's what happens. Because love is dirty. Love was the ugly, ever changing shadow that would snarl at you, jeering at your pitiful state. But then it was also the beautiful stroke of the paintbrush, as the brush winded across the canvas, the colours flourishing into life. Love was a demon, yet also an angel in disguise. That was love. _____________________________________ [ WARNING ⚠ : I wrote this as an inexperienced pre-pubescent so prepare for a cringefest. So before you call me out, think about the kid you're swearing at :) ] COVER BY SAMUELSTORMBRINGER [ COMPLETED ] HIGHEST RANKS: #31 in romance 09.11.17 #1 in heartbreak 17.12.18 #1 in friendzoned 21.05.18 #1 in ex-husband 21.05.18 #1 in marriage 30.03.19

"You were fun at the beginning, I give you that. It was a challenge to tame you really" a cocky smirk appeared on his face before he continue. "But after I had my way with you, easily I may add, I was bored." "W-what?" she mastered to say but her voice broke in the end. Her fake smile was disappearing. Damien and Roxana both chuckled at her reaction. "You should have known better. You are a human, a hunter. You are not luna material. " Roxana said with a smirk on her face. Clearly enjoying Semeli's broken figure. "Right baby?" she said in a flirting voice turning to look at Damien. "You were good for fucking, you really know how to please a man, sleeping around taught you some good tricks" Damien said evilly. Gasps were heard from the kitchen and everybody start whispering the word whore. "But now I am done with you, you are no longer needed here" Damien said not looking at her but looking lovingly at Roxana. Semeli's heart broke, she desperately try to hide her tears. "I Damien Black, alpha of the Black moon pack, reject you Se-" - - - Bad and good guys were not an actual kind. In a time where werwolves fought their kind and humans killed their own blood, a treaty must be made in order for the balance to remain. An alpha so ruthless even the moon goddess feared to grand him a mate and a hunter so powerful she made everyone shake. He thought that he will never find his mate and she was taught that love was in vain. When one of the most powerful hunters visits the alpha of the black moon pack to sigh a treaty things don't go as planned. Everything is not what is seems and the bad guy is not always the evil one. Read more about two souls who were meant to cross each others path. A/N: This is a draft of the story, which means you may stubble across grammatical & spelling mistakes. Please do kindly point them out, it will be easier for me when I will edit the entire book.