𝒱𝒾𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒩𝑜𝓊𝓃. 𝒩𝒶𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. _ _ _ Celeste was sweet, fragile, and most importantly innocent. Having been protected and sheltered by her family her whole life, she has been exposed to very few things. Zander was strong, ruthless, and powerful. He was the Alpha King of the North. The most controlling and dangerous Alpha King. He gets what he wants, when he wants. What happens when innocent, dove-like Celeste, gets mated with the most ruthless and powerful Alpha King. Please Enjoy.

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I watched as it suddenly stopped its eyes continuing to stare into mine as if it was looking directly into my soul. I couldn't look away from its brown eyes despite the fear that seemed to consume my entire being. The sound of bones breaking and snapping filled the air whilst the wolf began to growl. I felt my eyes widen even more as the wolf began to shake and slowly change until a human was crouching down in its place. There tanned back on display as they stood to their full height completely naked. "Mine."

She grew up in a world different from his. While he conquered battles, she read books and studied history. While he led an entire pack of wolves, she drowned in knowledge about the realm they live in. While lives hang in his shoulder, she was taught not to associate with any of his kind. But they knew all too well to know that fate does not work like that, and people who are destined for one another, will meet no matter how big the differences between them are. --

Anyone who knows Elyse knows that she is a sweet, kind girl. Not at all what you would expect out of a daughter of a Beta. The funny, quirky girl, like all other she-wolves, dreams of the day when she will meet her mate... Little did she know that when the most feared alpha from the north comes to speak with her alpha, he will claim Elyse as his mate. Will she go with him to his pack or will she fight him and the mating pull?

Ava, an innocent small-town girl, gets sucked into the world of underground fighting when she catches the eye of Shawn Michaels, the irresistibly hot reigning champion. ***** Ava McAdams isn't sure what to expect when she moves to Boston for college. Her sheltered upbringing leaves her exposed to a harsher world, and one complicated male in particular -- Shawn Michaels, the tattooed and intimidating underground fighter who is nothing like anyone she has ever met before. But is falling for him worth the risk of knowing she might lose him every time he enters the ring? [word count: 100,000 - 150,000 words] Cover designed by Ren T

Jessica. An 18 year old girl living at home in order to take care of her little sister. In the day and age that jessica lives in, America is run by the government, who is controlled by mobs. One large mob in particular, in Virginia. The leader of this gang is named Joe Copland. Jessicas father works for Mr. Copland. Joe is walking down the street admiring his city. His pride and joy everything that he and his father had ever worked for. When he see's a young girl and what looked to be her sister walking down the same street. When he passed the little girl was laughing and yelled hello in his direction. The elder girl smiled and looked up at him and smiled a brillant beautiful smile at him and said hello also. From then on he wanted that girl. He didn't care how old she was, or what she wanted. He wanted her. and what he wants he gets.

I looked up from his huge bare feet, trailing my innocent eyes past his, well not so little him thankfully covered by grey sweatpants, and pausing to admire his toned abdomen. I look away, blushing at my immatureness. I hear his deep chuckle that resonates in my ears, filling me with pure joy. I giggle nervously with him, not knowing what to do next, when he picks my small form up from the ground, pulling me impossibly closer into his hard chest. In this moment I forget my existence, only concerning myself with the impossibly kind man holding me now. He looks me in the eyes with passion written all over his face, whispering to me deeply, "hello beautiful". ~~♡~~ Ella is a shy girl who's life is torn apart piece by piece as she deels with the repercussions of her mother's murder and is forced to live on the streets in the rainy city of Seattle. Ellias is a powerful man who sees a frail little Ella curled up in the pouring rain and takes her home with him, not realizing just how in love with her he is. ~~♡~~ life's too short might as well move fast ~~♡~~ #1 in 17: 7/16/18 #1 in adorable: 7/16/18 #10 in beauty: 7/26/18 #30 in love: 8/24/18 ~~♡~~

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

MATURE!! "Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them. She managed to shake her head. He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive." Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover. "Sir I don't think-" "No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty." Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his. "What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip. He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."