★BOOK #1 in the DARK SERIES★ ★Featured in Official Paranormal and Supernatural | Ambassadors profile; Blood-Thirsty Beasts★ ★Featured in Official Wattpad General Fiction profile; Creatures of the Night | Paranormal★ "Make me yours," she whispered to him. A dark instinct thundered through Hunter and he claimed what was his from the beginning. The Centauri family has been a strong threshold for all werewolves to follow as an example. Their territory was the safest and largest; women could walk alone at night and kids could freely play without having to look over their shoulder. These five siblings stood united and that's because they always trusted each other, and more importantly, they loved each other... even more than their own father. However, behind that prestigious name hid many secrets and bloodshed. Hunter Centauri was a beta and a brother. That was all that was required from him, until his mate appeared in front of his eyes. Hunter didn't know that this is what he longed for years; a woman just for him to claim. He craved her beyond anything else and he would make her his. Hailey Swan moved to the Centauri pack a year ago. She loved her job at the institute for wolves and admired the Centauri family. A family is what she craved beyond anything else since she was left all alone from a young age. And then Hunter Centauri stole her breath away but was she ready to face the secrets that family held. [IN NEED OF EDITING- DO NOT POST COMMENTS TELLING ME MY MISTAKES. I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THEM AND I WILL FIX THEM ON MY OWN TIME. READ THE BOOK. ENJOY IT AND IF NOT THEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT. THANK YOU]

People think becoming a Mob wife is something magical. It's not. It's far from it. Mob wives deal with targets on their backs, abuse from their husbands, witnessing the most gruesome murders and may have to deal with a kidnapping or two. The pros were having any and everything you wanted; having a big, buff, dangerous man protecting you no matter what. Here's Brooklyn's story about being Mrs. Vitale, the first black wife in the Vitale Crime Family. * this is not based in 50s. It's around 2014 in the beginning, but it's a different 2014. * book has NOT been EDITED. Excuse any errors.

Secrets and lies... My name is Elisabeth Marie Beyhan. Just don't ever call me that the name is Lizzie. I lived what you could call a normal life with a normal family. A mom, a dad, and an 11 year old sister named Lucy. I look just like my mom with bright blue eyes and blond wavy curly ish hair. My sister looks more like my dad with glasses and straight brown hair. I'm on the thin side but am more shapely than my sister who is an honest to goodness twig. We lived together in peaceful harmony until as the they always do the skeletons escape from their closet.

Valora Anton is a trained, lethal assassin, and she's running for her life. No one-no one-had ever come close to catching her. But when the net finally closes, she's transferred to an island prison house in the Atlantic, a place known for its brutality. She's certain this is where her journey ends-until she realizes she's wrong. Phoenix Knight is the iron-fisted warden of Atlanta Prisonhouse, feared by every woman under his control. Ruthless, unforgiving, and unbending, he rules with an absolute hand, tormenting misbehaved prisoners without a second thought. His pleasure comes from their suffering, from breaking them, bending them to his will. But when Valora enters his domain, everything shifts. There's something about her-something sharp, dangerous, poisonous-that draws him in. On one hand, he's repulsed by her icy demeanor, her unyielding nature. On the other, he's irresistibly allured by her presence, by the fire that simmers beneath her calm exterior. For the first time in years, Phoenix is out of control. And he hates it. Valora is no ordinary prisoner, and Phoenix is no typical captor. Their dynamic is a volatile cocktail of aggression, manipulation, and raw tension. Each encounter between them ignites a new spark, a dangerous push-pull of venomous desire that neither of them can resist. They are two forces of destruction, locked in a dance that threatens to undo everything they've ever believed in. The real question is: How far will they go to destroy each other? And in the end, who will be left standing, and at what cost? [Second Book of the V-Series] A Standalone Novel Complete.

Psycho, an infamous assassin, is known for their skills and ability to kill without the slightest bit of remorse. But what isn't known, is that The Psycho is a woman. To bring an end to a longstanding feud with the Russian Mafia, Adriano Moretti hires Psycho, unaware of her true identity. Their plans are soon disrupted by their own conducting emotions and the ghosts of Psycho's past who have come back to haunt her.

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