"Have you tried turning it off and back on again?" •• Christian Ivonov, CEO of Ivonov enterprises, had always been the best at fucking things up. Whether it be relationships, or company connections, nothing was too far out of his reach to ruin. Alexander Hamilton had always been the best at fixing things. Computers, to be exact. He wasn't sure how Christian got the impression that Alex could fix him too. •• A story in which a what should be anger management patient meets a functioning alcoholic, and they somehow manage to save each other. Book One of The CEO's Trilogy *This book is unedited

[Adopted from Guzmasboi and Meowth01] "Look, Baby," Caleb smirked, his buff arms crossed in front of his massive chest as he blocked the doorway. "I know that you're not exactly thrilled with the idea of being my mate; and for that, I apologize and swear that I'll make it all better." I rolled my eyes, and was unable to hide my grimace. "Whatever," I began throwing my hands up in the air. "Caleb, I-" "No," He interrupted, holding up his hand. "No, I believe I already told you to call me Daddy. So like it or not, Baby, you're mine. Got it? Legally, your mind and there's no way I'm ever letting you go." __________________________ Werewolves are known to the general public, resulting in human being the subservient species. As a federal law, humans are forced to undergo a test to see if they're a carrier of the Mating Gene: a DNA mutation that makes a human capable of being a werewolf's mate. If positive, they practically become the property of their werewolf mate. Dakota, a sixteen-year-old human with a serious attitude, tests positive for the Mating Gene. The werewolf he's paired up with is Caleb, an older man who insists Dakota calls him "Daddy," and who strives to do nothing more than to make his new mate happy with him. Caleb proves to be madly in love with his new mate and definitely has a major possessive streak to him. However, it soon becomes apparent that Caleb has a disorder in which his inner wolf takes control of his human body each time the sun goes down. His inner wolf has one goal in mind: "Knot mate as soon as possible"

Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

Sven Gale has been rejected. It is final. I mean all the bullying, all the bad treatment, all the harsh words they sucked, but nothing broke his heart like the end to a relationship that never began. Yes he's going to run away, sobbing with his tail between his legs, oh but not before robbing the entire pack and reeking as much well deserved havoc as he can before he disappears. Little does he know, someone is on his tail. Trigger Warning: This is a D/s, noncon novel.