* 'I-I am sorry your highness I touched ...!' She was trying to apologize, but she fell silent as she could not utter with her mouth that she accidentally touched his lips. 'But I am not sorry!' He said calmly looking straight at her. What was she supposed to say after hearing his words? 'I did not mean to touch your highness's ...' she said with great difficulty. 'That was not a touch.' He said not permitting her to brush it off as an accident, even though it clearly was. 'It was a kiss.' He said with a hoarse determined voice. She widened her eyes, as her face flushed even more than it did when she realized what she had done. He dared to say the word she avoided. 'That was not! I...' she tried to refute. 'What is a kiss Celia?' She could not answer. How could she say the definition of a kiss with her own mouth, it would only confirm his words. * 'It was an accident. I am truly sorry, I did not mean any discourtesy towards your highness. If I can make up for my error somehow?' She quickly said. She did not know of his personal life, as he had a tight security around him and nobody knew much of the king outside official visits and business. He must have felt insulted. 'Please don't call it an accident. For a first kiss of a person to be called an accident ...' He said again with a dejected tone, but did not continue. It was like he had already gotten his point across. 'Ahhh. I am so sorry! It really was an ...' She wanted to say accident but, because of his pleading she could not actually say it. To have committed the blame of taking the king's first kiss and then not acknowledging it, how would he think of her? At this point she did not even realize that their roles had reversed, or that it was her first kiss also. PS: If you like loyal mates... then please proceed further :D

The story of a werewolf king and a hybrid vampire. • KING • || a supreme ruler, sovereign over a nation or a territory, of higher rank than any other secular ruler. || -- King of the werewolves. King Xavier. The most just ruler in the history of rulers. His all life was painted with the struggle of thinking about never finding his mate. The Royal bloodline has not been graced with a mate since three generations past. But the odds are in his favour when he finds his mate. But she is a little bit more than he could have ever imagined. Polar opposites they were. One was the calm, other was the storm. Adrienne was born to creat mischief. A hybrid, she inherited the mischief from her dark fey bloodline and always has vampire blood in her viens. She likes trouble. She attracts it. Despite being bestowed with great powers, she was cursed from the start. She was also quiet but against her will. What if there is such thing as fate? What if fate decided to pair these both as soulmates? What if that changes the lives of not two people but two kingdoms? Fate's game begins when they both lock eyes. -- • Dark fey • || a subspecies of fairy, human in size and appearance however with large feathered wings and horns.|| -- Highest Ranking ; #4 in Romance

(COMPLETED | UNDER EDITING) Fresh out of college, Veronica Odair is hired as a forensic scientist at the infamous B.E.A.R. Laboratories. She is put to work on the classified Tekula Project, but certain events lead her to question her job. What is so dangerous about Level 5? Why do her tests come back increasingly strange? What secrets are B.E.A.R. Laboratories hiding? Veronica plans to find out. ▪▪▪ Brown eyes, nearly obscured by rich locks of dark hair, stare into my light green ones with an intensity which nearly causes my knees to wobble. I can hear nothing but the thudding of my heart beating wildly in my chest, the sounds of the sirens turning into white noise at the back of my mind. I back up until my spine connects with the elevator doors. I shiver as my bare arms come in contact with the cool metal. "Someone help me, please," I beg. The man stalks closer still. His eyes are fixed solely on me, unmoving, intense. His fists are clutched tightly against his sides, as though restraining himself in some way. Restraining himself from what, I don't want to know. The man stops only an arm's length away from me. I stare up at him with wide eyes, my lips parted in fear. I stand frozen, unable to move. I shut my eyes, turning my head away. Laboured breathing, the touch of fingertips on my bare shoulder, breath on my lips. A heavy, deep inhale. Slow exhale. A forehead against mine, shaky hands cupping the back of my neck, fingertips sliding into my red locks. My eyes open to meet the warmest pair of honey eyes. Cover by AnnaCharles16 #4 in ROMANCE? THE HECK? #2 in Werewolf #1 in Young Adult #1 in Lycanthrope ~ ~ ~ Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

Она стояла на остром лезвие ножа, босыми ногами. Она терпела боль, стекающую кровь, жжение. Мира терпела всё. Всё прощала. А жизнь полоскала по сердцу, тем самым ножом. Воткнула этот нож в самую середину. Бороться? За любовь, за жизнь, за победу? А сможет ли она? Сможет, если захочет. Но ей кажется, что она уже мертва. ***** И всё, что видел парень, это её слёзы на глазах, её бешанный ритм. Он чувствовал, как сжимается её сердце, ощущал её боль, но терпел. Она терпет и он сможет. Её последнее движение, крежет лезвия по льду, музыка выключилась....и она упала. Упала на холодный лёд. Девушка боролась, он хотел этой борьбы. Но вдруг зря? Вдруг он убил её своими руками? #1- скрытые шедевры 2020 #5- romanceru 2020 #8- wattpad 2019

Алкоголь сближает людей! А почему? Да, потому! Пьяные люди всегда более разговорчивые и искренние, даже чересчус искренние! Я вот, после последней пьянки, очнулась и поняла, что вышла замуж! (Внимание! Эта книга содержит ОЧЕНЬ много абсурда! Но если вы начали ее читать, приготовтесь к смешным и нелепым ситуациям и милым отношениям героев)

- Ты снова станешь счастливой. Я обещаю. Я сделаю всё, чтобы это случилось. Любой ценой... - сказал он и причинил ей больше боли, чем кто-либо другой. Их было трое... Три лучших друга, что до того дня никогда не были связаны с криминалом. Их жизни превратились в постоянный непрекращаемый страх. Но ещё была она... Девушка с грустными глазами, для которой мир прогнил до неузнаваемости, а люди стали злыми и равнодушными.