How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

[Xin Rui] First legitimate daughter of the third ranked scholar family, Xin. A young, ordinary merchant man with a basic background that lives in the mountains and travels on feet. Different people from different worlds meet. He watched her flew with clipped wings as she jumped from the sky and down to the surface of earth. When he thought that he had finally caught her, she slipped through his fingers like sand. She ran away from her life, from the people. She won't be trapped anymore. Free from their grasps, free like a bird. However, how will she act when her first love asks for her hand? The goddess of fate decided to spin the wheels for this pair but she was not so kind to them. "How devoted can mortal humans be?" she asks. [Not a translation] - this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. *All pictures used do not belong to me and I take no credit for them. *Forgive the occasional grammar and spelling mistakes. This is just a rough edit. [Warning] - Viewers' discretion is advised. The story contains the following of possible strong use of language, violence, and heavily sexual contents.

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

. Three years. It had been three years since he'd been taken, experimented on, had his DNA altered and became a freak of nature. He knew because he'd managed to peek at the computer when they dragged him into that dreaded room; the one they used to prod, poke and inject him with god-knows-what. He was considered their only success - meaning their illegal tests hadn't killed him or rendered him paralysed, or worse; brain dead. He was subject 254. And he was the only survivor. At least until she - subject 391 - moved into the cell next door. - - 18th June 2018 - Rank 1 #sciencefiction 17th May 2019 - Rank 4 #romance 22nd Feb 2019 - Rank 1 #superpowers -- ** NOW COMPLETED**

Nixon is the Heir to the throne of The Island of Wolves. Nixon believes he would be a better ruler than his father. He completely loathes the idea of Rogues, knowing they are a lost cause and bring shame to the Werewolf Kingdom. What happens when Nixon meets his mate, and when she turns out to be what he most hates? Miranda- Daughter of the Alpha in the human world. She knows nothing about a kingdom of Wolves or that her father hides secrets that could forever change her life. Meeting Zander Thomas and then discovering a world of hatred, love, passion, and finding her mate- is something that can either make her or break her.

Years ago I had my revenge, and reclaimed my kingdom from the Usurper who murdered my father. Edeva Delsor, his only daughter, managed to escape me. When she is found nearly twelve years later, I agree to marry her rather than execute her. But the moment our eyes meet on our wedding day, I realize I want her more than anything else, even my own crown. I must tread lightly though. She isn't like me. She is kind, gentle, merciful and giving. I am cruel and dangerous, especially with my dark powers, and the demon in my head who wants her as much as I do. But we will fight to protect her from those who seek to bring her harm. I will use dark magic if I must. She is mine. She is ours.