››BOOK 2 OF PREY‹‹ I was born into a world forever meant to be against me. Into a world, I was never supposed to get the opportunity to know. Created as lowly property to the savage, blood-thirsty predators that have long since dominated these lands. It was a fate I'd once accepted without question. As awful as it was, it was all I had to cling to until the moment where even that got swept up under me by the vampire who I once believed would cause my life's end. Now I had a clear slate, a new beginning, and the worlds fiercest being right at my side.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

It was pitch black outside, the only light came from the lantern at the front of the coach, bobbing crazily over the road. The coach picked up speed again, and Jonathan remained at the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of Castle Blackstone, the place that would be his home for the next six years. Romance / Historical / LGBT

Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

Isabella finds out that the man she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with, had not only dumped her to marry another but also to find out she is pregnant with his child. Isabella is in her final year in college and if life wasn't already throwing enough obstacles in her path what happens when a man comes on to the scene making her already messed up life even more confusing. Read on to find out more........

Ebony is haunted by the voice of a man who claims she is his long lost bride. ⭐️Number #1 in Vampire⭐️

#1 in Lycantrophe #4 Supernatural "Please don't go," I pleaded, grabbing his wrist as he was about to leave again. "Stay. Atleast for tonight." He tilted his face to look at me, his facial features hidden by the darkness again. He comes back every night but it's been a month and he has never allowed me to see his face. It's better this way, he says. The lights needs to be turned off everytime he is here, or else, he won't come. "We've had this talk before, Fleur." He said, his silky voice was enough to make shivers run down my spine. "I have to go." "Why? Why do you have to go?" I asked, my voice loud with anger and determination. Today I felt brave enough to ask this. Up until now his presence was enough for me. But not today, not anymore. I needed more. I craved more. "I can't tell you." He replied. "I should leave now before someone sees me." "Do you love someone else?" I asked, holding my heart in my hands in front of him, which he could break it with a flick of his tongue. "Is there someone else in your life? Someone you love more than me?" My voice cracked as tears filled in my eyes. "I am your mate. Then why do I feel like a mistress? Why do we have to meet in secrecy? Why can't I even see your face? Why do you have to lurk in darkness to meet me? Why can't you just-" No more words came out as my throat felt too chocked by the upcoming tears. I weeped, closing my eyes as tears fell down on my cheeks. His breath was all I could hear for a few seconds. And they were the only signs of reassurance that he was still there. Soon warmth spread around my entire body as a palm came to rest on my cheek, wiping my tears away. Instinctly, I leaned into the warmth, and rejoiced. But the warmth left soon and so did he when I opened my eyes. He left. He left without saying that he loves, without saying that I'm his only one. He just left. Again. -Updates on every Saturday/Sunday-

"You know, you aren't like most girls I have met." "Is that a good thing?" "It depends, are you obsessed with shopping?" "That involves walking... so no." "Dieting?" "Hah, that's funny." "Make up?" "I need motivation for that." "Heels?" "What have my feet ever done to you?!" After that, he laughs and claps his hands together, "Yes, that is a good thing." ~~~~~~~ He wanted freedom. She needed freedom. Luke Barrington and Ella Sanders. They thought their lives were bad, living up to a parents' expectation is way harder then it seems, especially when they are filthy rich and claim they only want what is best for you. Just think, one moment you are so busy hating on life, and the next, you are in a coma laying on the hospital bed, clinging onto hope that you will survive. Maybe it just took two cars and a curve in the road for them to see that life isn't so bad after all. Because what's the point of life if you aren't even living? ~~~~~~~ Book two in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series

"Who is she?" Damien asks, pointing at the girl who's smile instantly stood out to him. He hasn't seen her before, but even from afar, her smile was contagious. Maybe it was the way her lips curved upward, or how her eyes brightened in the dullness of the boxing arena. His friend follows the direction of his eyes to the girl sitting across the room, "Coach's daughter?" He asks. Damien nods his head, "That my friend, is the Chapstick girl." ~~~~~~~~~ Amber is just your average girl trying to survive through her junior year of highschool. Well, let's elaborate on that average part, there is just a small little detail that was left out. That she is known as the Chapstick girl. Why? No one hates her, in fact, everyone adores her kind, happy nature. Always willing to put others before herself. Or maybe it was because no matter where she goes, she always has HER chapstick. It defined her. A lot of people bypass the reason why she always has it, but maybe it has a deeper meaning than what other people see. Well, except one person. Damien. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book three in the T.B.B.B (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series. Cover by @_broken_chords

One thing, just one little thing Julie had to do to have a... Let's say decent... First day at her new school... Don't. Draw. Attention. First impressions mean everything. Just one little screw up and she knew that she would have to wish her junior year goodbye. So she decided to stick to this one grand rule that would ultimately determine her social life, reputation, and mentality. Survive through highschool. How hard can it be right? ... WRONG!!!! She was reading in her room when she just decided to take one... Little... HARMLESS glance outside of her new bedroom window. But all of a sudden... BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There stood a half naked, greek god bad boy right before her very own eyes!! So you may ask, what do you do in a situation like this? SIMPLE. You squat down in the middle of your bedroom floor... Because that's obviously not embarrassing... And start doing ninja rolls from one side of the room to the window curtains going COMPLETELY UNNOTICED. Well... That is until you bang your head against the wall after doing a total of SIX slightly slanted ninja rolls right in front of your friendly... Still without clothes... Abs are present... Somewhat very sexy... Abs are still present... Okay really good looking... ABS I REPEAT ABS ON SHOW... Hot, sexy, and did I mention ab-delicious Neighbor Or to be more specific... Ashton Rider. Say goodbye to an unnoticed school year, and hello to the bad boy's world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book one in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series WARNING: Lots of typing mistakes!!! Read at your own risk!! Editing will be taken place when I find motivation!!! (Heh... about that....)