My Oriental Mate

Wilheim stared at a small pudgy face with growing distain. There was no way in hell this was his destined mate. What had the gods been thinking! One-shot.

Atropa Belladonna

Molly gasped in terror when he leaned into her face. "What do you want?" Wulf leaned into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. "I want you, and only you," he growled possessively, his attention taken over by his obsession: a wolf's obsession.

That Little Twist

Short Story. Complete. "No. I love you Giselle, but I won't do it. I won't choose. I can't choose between my best friend and my girlfriend. It's like she's the sun and you're the air and you're asking me to give one up. I can't choose. Not between you two," Brett growls. _____________________________________________...