Dimitri Mikaelson, a very powerful vampire and son to one of the Originals, Niklaus Mikaelson, never played by the rules. The only rule he has ever followed, was the one rule set by his father. Stay away from werewolves. He knew what werewolves had over vampires. Their bite, was deadly. Enter Malia Dalton. Dangerous, vicious and the daughter of the Alpha and Luna. She's snappy and stubborn and she loves toying with people she doesn't like. She meets Dimitri in the middle of hunting and what happens, shocks her. The wolf inside her becomes keenly aware of the vampire, but instead of coaxing her to rip him to shreds, it says the one thing she never expected to hear. "My mate..." What happens when a vampire and a werewolf were destined to be? Forbidden love, rivalries and trials, Dimitri and Malia will never have it easy.

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Cassie Claire was in for quite the pickle. She and her bevy of BFFs decide to go to the store one morning, but little did she know that she was about to meet one sexy, sexy man. Like in a romance movie, they locked eyes, and the whole world came to a screeching halt. What happened next wasn't as similar to a romance movie. He put a gun to her head And kidnapped her.

I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has. His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn't mind "praying" to him, any day. "Eva,'' I looked up at Will's face, but my eyes decided to do they're own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs. They're more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy! His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies. He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate? Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.

The Bad Boy and The Tomboy is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. Nicknames, a love of soccer, and school rumors are all the bad boy and the tomboy have in common. But if they give each other a chance, will they find something more? ***** Seventeen-year-old Macy Anderson is a tomboy that plays soccer, hangs with the guys, can't stand girls (except her best friend Jasmine) and doesn't know who Sam Cahill is. But when the pair unexpectedly meet, everything goes downhill from there. Because Sam Cahill is the school's bad boy, known for skipping classes and getting into trouble. Not to mention his cocky attitude, British accent, and magnetic charm, which seems to work on all the girls -- except Macy, who has a rule not date in high school. But when Sam starts showing her his moves (on and off the soccer field), Macy begins to see a different guy under the leather-clad exterior. Will that be enough to convince her that he's the one guy worth breaking the rules for? [[Word count: 300,000 - 350,000 words]] [[2015 Watty Winner]] All Rights Reserved- ©nikki20038

A lot of people tend to struggle when learning about their sexuality. In this book, I will explain how sexuality works and how it can be different from your romantic compass.

Call me a spoilt brat? That's what they all say. Don't worry I'm used to it now. I have felt till I feel no more.You can hurl all the hurting words but just remember one thing, Don't be too quick to judge.... You have no idea how it feels or how colossal the damage is. Our Anthem says ....."Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know " She is never around. She is always absent. She is so self-centered and only thinks about her selfish desires. It is all her fault...I wish I never knew her. Well, I'm not wasting my precious energy on trivial things. My numb heart beats no more so I care less. Since it happened, My world stopped revolving. I've been left broken beyond repair. They say there is beauty in the broken....Ah well, beauty ain't my portion. She tried, They tried, I tried..Yet to no avail.... Somethings are just meant to be. Right?? But No, don't give up on me yet. I'm going to rise up and roar like a lion. I'm going to bounce back bigger, better and stronger. It's just a matter of time. My numb heart will beat to the rhythm again. My smile will be restored. My entire life will be renewed. There is always light at the end of the tunnel. That's what I look forward to sooner or later. But till then, It's Harmattan. It's a withered sheanut tree, It's a Calabash. It's a thatched mudhouse. It's a dry Rocky land, a WILD SAVANNAH

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Annalie had everything: She was tall, beautiful,bossy and the cheerleader of her school. She did not mind anyone: all boys minded HER. But a new boy comes to this school, and thats when Annalie realizes: She didnt have everything after all. A story of two heartbroken lovers who find their way to real love. A love that will bond broken hearts together. A love that will make sparks fly and hearts ignite.

•••Excerpt••• I walked Vivian up to her apartment. During the ride back she couldn't stop talking about the clothes she saw and her smile was constant. The spark in her eyes never left. How could I ask her to stay just because I was a self-centered fool. I'd miss her. "Thanks for dinner, Rich. I really appreciate it." I knew she meant for more than just dinner. "Your welcome, Viv." I hugged her. She was still here for another week. There's no need to go all sappy now. It was only 3 months. She'll be back before I know it. But for now, I needed this. To be with her. We pulled apart. That glow was still there. If I hadn't known any better, she looked like one of my many one night stands after hot sex. Wait, she looked like- "Oh, shit." "What is it?" She asked. Her face was surprised that I cursed out of nowhere. "Who is he?" I demanded. "Who's who?" "The man that you're fucking, Viv." *primarily in Vivian's pov, and this story was created about 3 years ago with not much editing. Sorry for the choppy style and grammar. I won't be changing it much because I wanna keep the memory of my writing.