CONTAINS VERY MATURE CONTENT. "Katarina," my name passed his lips in a gruff whisper and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle. Rafe's hands ran over my body as he backed me up to the bed. Everywhere our skin touched a fire burned within me. It consumed me. In that moment I wanted him more than anything. I was hyper aware of his hardness pressed against me and I bit my lip. Looking into his dark eyes I could see his desire. His mouth was on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin. I let out a moan as he hit my sweet spot and I could feel his body react to it. He pressed harder against me and slowly slid a hand down the front of my jeans, leaving a tingling path as he made his way. "I want you to say it Katarina," he said. I felt his hand stroking me and I bit my lip. There was no doubt I wanted more, and he wanted to give it to me. "Say what?" I asked, my voice strained as I tried to hold my composure. "You know what," he said sliding my shirt up, sucking on my exposed breast as he teased me below. I moaned again and I could feel him smile. He thrust two fingers in and my control started breaking. I couldn't remember the previous arguments with myself, I couldn't remember why I had been so afraid of him, I couldn't remember why I had tried staying away. All I knew was I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more. "Rafe, I'm-"

London was from a pack that was killed by an enemy pack. She was only seventeen when it happened. She was the only one to escape except for a small boy named Aaron. London rescues Aaron and runs from the scene of the corpses of her pack. She lives peacefully with Aaron as rogues before she stumbles into another pack's territory. Both London and Aaron are taken to the alpha of the pack. But once London and Alpha Mason meet, they realize they have found their mate. But it will be difficult to care for Aaron who is not Alpha Mason's blood. Can London be a good Luna? SNEAK PEAK "Don't you touch my pup." I snarled. "Your pup? I don't think so." The alpha chuckled. I growled and faced this alpha. Once I saw his face, I lost my breath and my words. I heard pounding footsteps behind me but I couldn't tear my eyes away. A hand wrapped around my chin and head, about to snap my neck but the alpha roared. The man who had my head stopped. "Take your hands off her. Now." He growled, making his way toward me. The man immediately removed his hands. He glared at the man as he made his way to me. "Marvelous." He whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

Her mother is an alcoholic, her job sucks, her world is complicated, but that doesn't deter Rosalie Jean from her dreams of living a normal life. Unfortunately, she's about to discover that normal isn't who she is. With a stubborn attitude and a strong personality her ideals of a simple world are thrown into chaos when she is faced with the creatures she had only ever read about in books - vampires.

Why him? The meanest, cruelest, most unforgiving beast you'll ever meet. So why him? Why must I be so in love with a man who murdered just to get his way? I hate him so much... With my whole being. But how can I hate the one man I want to be with forever? How can he be my mate? Started November 6th, 2017 Cover by: Black_hole07 Copyright © 2017 Highest ranking: #840 12/12/17 Highest ranking: #3 in hey 11/19/18

A world where humans despise werewolves not because they know them personally but because their fear of them. Stella Morgan is just a regular 20 year old woman working hard to get herself through college and maintain a job, she knew about werewolves but never met one until the day she went home and found out the werewolves were paying her town a visit, not just any visit; the alpha was looking for a mate.

What happens when Royal blood and normal blood collide? With her new witch friend and the Moon Goddess giving her a second chance, what does she do when she finds out her new mate is the King of all werewolves? *Cover by @averysummers*

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

My name is Kennedy Jones, I'm 18 and was kidnapped at the young age of 6. A group of rouges took me and after 12 years of being locked up in a cell and being used to just pleasure men i'm free and see the light. I make an attempt to run away but fail since i'm still weak and collapse only to wake up in a bed and standing in front of me is the most good looking man. We make eye contact and just stay still looking each other in the eyes, 'Mate!'.

Hailee a young she-wolf who wishes nothing more than to find her mate, and on her 16th birthday her wish is granted. It turns out the Alpha of her pack, The Moon Light Pack is her mate also known as her brother best friend. The thing is Mason feels as though she too young and immature to become his Luna. Can this Young She-Wolf prove Mason wrong? Or will she be forced to move on? Cover by @xXArachnidXx

"You could learn a lesson or two from him, at least he knows how to -" Alessio's eyes darkened and a low growl escaped his mouth, he roughly gripped her waist and forced his mate onto his lap. "I dare you to finish that sentence" ~ ~ ~ With a heart made purely of obsidian, screams of torment and suffering drowned his thoughts. His demons could only be silenced by the voice of his beloved. He's experienced wars and loss far more gruesome than one could even fathom but nothing could prepare him for his light, his mate. He was seen as a King and she would be his Queen. The only person he would gladly get on his knees for.