#1 werewolf #1 teenfiction "That night meant nothing to me Olivia." "You were just like another girl to me." He smirked, "and you KNOW how I do girls. I lure them," he took a crumpled paper in his hands and softly straightened it, "I fuck them. HARD." He tore the paper off in pieces, "and then, I throw them out of my life," he concluded, crushing the paper into a ball and throwing it with a perfect shot in the bin. I looked up at him in shock, anger and heartbreak. "You actually thought I got jealous!" He scoffed. Out of nowhere he threw me against the wall and I gasped as his arm pressed by my sides and he trapped me. "ALSO, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME YOUR MATE AGAIN!" he growled, I breathed heavily as fear started crawling in. Tears flowed down my face. I struggled to breathe. "I NEVER wanted a mate. Especially not like you." He gave me a glare as if the mere sight of me disgusted him. "Who would want a mate like you anyways, huh? You're ugly, nerdy, clingy, way-too-innocent and being with you will DESTROY my social reputation." Listening to those words shattered my Wolf and she howled in pain. I gasped, trying to get some air but he pressed me against the wall harder. "Look at you," he chuckled, "So pathetic. You're not even able to defend yourself. Moon goddess made a mistake mating you with me. I will correct it ." "I won't reject you," he said, "oh no no. Rejection is easy. I will TORTURE you. I will sleep with other girls, I will flirt with them in front of your eyes and I will watch you and your wolf die everyday. I will break you to the limit where you won't ever be able to come back. And then, I will leave you to rot." "One last thing. Don't you DARE tell anyone that we are mates. Are we clear?" I nodded frantically, my heart clenching till where it was unbearable. He let out a dark chuckle and released me,"Good girl." I collapsed on the floor and almost passed out from the lack of air in my lungs. He just walked away & left me there to rot.

In the arena, ten females must outrun or outlast their male counterparts to keep from being forcibly bred. At least that's how Lorena saw it. She was taken from her home in front of her entire family to be a runner for ten males that were around her own packs' territory. Female werewolves seemed to be holding out longer on mating and/or refusing to take a mate, so it's gotten to the point where the council had to force it upon them. Some agreed with the new policy just to be cruel, but others agreed that since her pack had plenty of females to go around, they would volunteer a handful of them to mate with the alphas and any other male wolves as needed. Lorena may not have been the prettiest wolf in her opinion, but she was cunning, strong, and fast, and she thought for sure she would be able to last and run until the alpha that had his eye on her eventually gave up. Boy was she wrong. RANKINGS: #1 in fantasy-romance #1 in fiction #4 in fiction #4 in werewolf #6 in werewolf Hit 1M on 08/01/2020 Hit 2M on 11/11/2020 Hit 3M on 12/22/2020 Completed on 09/07/2020

His eyes were the darkest blue, his hair a messy black halo, his jaw defined his cheek bones high he is the most beautiful male that I've ever seen and he's my mate and he's mine...but is he? Can I stake a claim on someone who refuses to even notice my existance, and acts like I'm a living curse designed to make him suffer just by looking at me. What would you do if you are mated to the coldest alpha there is? I know from the look of those cold beautiful eyes... He doesn't want me

I felt deep heavy breathes fanning my face. I hesitantly looked up. 'Damn it Kage! You're a hybrid! Stop acting scared!' I mentally scolded myself. I looked up to lock gaze with a set of piercing bright honey golden eyes. Bright bluish-silver specks surrounding his eyes. I felt drawn to them. My eyes roamed his face and let me tell you...he was a Greek god. Perfectly shaped eyebrows, straight nose, firm pink lips and a strong, sharp jawline. I am 100% sure this man was sculpted by the gods themselves. His face just looks so kissable. A few locks of his jet black silky hair fell onto his forehead. Damn...... Tingles started to emerge from the contact of my hands above me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Eeek!" I was being thrown over his broad muscled shoulders....wait, what? 'Snap out of it Kage!!!!' "Who the hell are you!? Damn it! Put me down before I send your head flying!" I threatened as I growled. I thrashed my legs all about and punched his back. His grip on me tightened and he kept walking as if there wasn't a raging Hybrid on his shoulders. "Let me go! Goddammit!" "Stop squirming and shut the hell up before I take you right here, right now, mate." He warned in a deep growl. Well shit, did he just say Mate? ⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊ Hey everyone, this is my first book so please forgive me if there are any incorrect grammars, spelling, you know, stuff like that. Please enjoy☺︎ 1st Book in the Lycan series. Highest Ranks: #1 in Lycan {18/5/2018} #1 in witch {21/8/2018} #1 in moon goddess {12/9/2020} #1 in lost memories {1/7/2020} #1 in werewolf {14/6/2020} #1 in goddess {31/7/2020} #1 in halfbreed {10/9/2020} #1 in possessive {8/1/2021} #2 in love {13/3/2019} #2 in hybrid {27/7/2020} #4 in vampire {16/1/2019} Started- 7/3/2018 Status- Ongoing

Rogue Cat Wolf When her pack was destroyed, this what she had to face. After spending years alone, not finding anyone willing to help her, she finds out that all packs have found out about her existence, and about her secret. They are out there looking to find her. Looking to use her. So what happens when she ends up in a pack who will go to extremes to gain something from her, something that she might not be able to give? Highest ranking : #06 in Werewolf 24/10/2015 (Contains strong language and slight sexual content) Currently On Hold

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Vanessa-Van-Anderson knew life would never be the same after her mother and little brother were killed in a car accident, but instead of foster care, she's taken in by a man claiming to be her birth father. Abe Helsing is nothing like the father Van used to daydream about. Strict and unfeeling, it becomes clear he is a man with secrets and schemes. Her only desire is to escape him and the cold mausoleum he calls a home before she's in too deep. That is until she meets the disarmingly charming Luca Brooks. The fact that her father forbids her from seeing him only makes him even more tempting. Luca Brooks has never lived anywhere but Briarwood, and he knows he never will. His family signed a contract centuries ago. Their continued survival in exchange for freedom. When Van arrives in town, he's intrigued by her- not just because she's beautiful but because she represents everything he can never have. For one brief moment, he thinks a taste of the new girl might quench his thirst for the outside world, but that hope goes up in flames when he discovers her father is the very man behind his family's imprisonment. They're mortal enemies- destined to hate one another, hunt one another, end one another. Forbidden. But sometimes Fate has other plans.