"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

What do you do when you hold the highest office in the United States of America, a widower with two teenage children, a politician who is entering his second term as President of the United States, and a man who is slowly crumbling inside under the strain and pressure of his demanding and the most closely scrutinized job in the world? What do you do when your most trusted Secret Service Agent retires and he is replaced by a man so deliciously beautiful, but yet so unapologetically controlling that he awakens that secret, hidden part of your sexuality that you have kept dormant within you? You know that secret part of yourself that you've spent a lifetime repressing to become who your parents have expected you to be. Someone please explain, how are you suppose to hide these intense feelings of attraction? How do you tamper down the mind altering lust, and ignore this basic primal need for this intrusive Alpha male when all you want to do is strip naked, and offer yourself to the man like you're some kind of pagan sacrifice? Even I, the elected leader of the free world can honestly say that I have no answers to any of those questions. There isn't an advisory council created who can handle this issue, and I didn't have the courage to even attempt to create one. The true question is, will I be able to throw all caution into the winds and chase my own happiness, or will the needs of my country, my family, and my office once again come before my heart? Read on to find out.

Imagine living life with a missing childhood and nightmares that haunt you day and night. Tempest Haelien Strovus is tortured day and night by images of a torturous childhood in his dreams, but when he wakes up, the only thing he can remember is a soft whisper of a woman's voice telling him to "play the quiet game." He has hardly spoken since waking up in a hospital when he was eight years old. No one could tell him anything other that he had been severely abused and left to die in a snow drift in the dead of winter. His best friend and the only person he talks to is his bodyguard, Cane, who watches over him day and night, guarding him from not only the dangers of the world, but from himself as well. His story in not an easy one and is about to get a whole lot more complicated. Zayden is an Alpha wolf who has wanted nothing more than to find his mate but for some reason has never been able to. He has suffered many years of an empty heart that slowly broke away piece by piece until he became a cold and distant man. He is a strong Alpha but a broken wolf. When the tortured Tempest meets the Starved Wolf, a storm of epic proportions comes to the surface, tossing their lives together in a forever entangled tale of love and pain.

Stormy doesn't remember what happened the day she and Jax were found at the age of six. They had been abandoned and left in the middle of the forest. But she knew it had something to do with their secret. Stormy and Jax grew up in foster care and never had anyone to explain why they held this secret. That was until Stormy met Rex and he changed her life forever. After Rex opened her eyes to a whole new world she never knew existed, he left and she thought she'd never see him again, but she was wrong. If a possessive alpha and an overprotected brother weren't enough, she then has to deal with the discovery of her past. Why were they abandoned? Where were her parents?

"Okay Melanie whatever changing topics now I don't want to talk about it." "No" "Yes you just won't admit it... Hell even Serenity knows you're the only one." "Melanie I swear I don't like him anyways back to the point he's not talking to me." "I wouldn't talk to you either if you basically told me I have no chance of going out with you because of the colour of my skin.... And that boy happens to be fine. I would not mind going on a date with his sexy ass." She says as she looks at him. ** * Have you ever been that person who was so sure of everything in her life and then suddenly everything just gets messed up and you're now dealing with problems that you never even wanted to deal with? Because I have and it sucks. My name is Tatianna and this is the tale of how one simple white boy comes and messes with the beautiful balance of my mediocre life. But he sort of kind of made my life a bit better in many ways....

ON-HOLD. Kaan Demir, 21 yrs old, is going to become Alpha and leader of the Purple Halo pack when his father, the current leader, one of the best leaders ever, will pass the role to his son. Kaan's name says it all: he is a ruler, a leader, a soon to be king and as well as hot-tempered, selfish and quick to sudden outbursts of anger. His pack is one of the biggest and most peaceful living quietly in some Central Europe region and what to know real deal about werewolves? Well, as Kaan would say, they are not huge and fluffy overly grown wolves. Oh no, that is so wrong, for they are Lycans, the real fascinating deal. And what to know something else? Well, vampires do exist and right now peacefully live among humans after signing a pact with werewolves. The Spirit has decided for Kaan to find his mate and when they meet at the designed time, it's a rather shocking experience, as his mate is a fellow pack member, Michel Malone, a very composed, intelligent and sharp 21 yrs old guy that attends his same college. Kaan doesn't reject his mate; he actually loves and adores Michel. The only problem is that he doesn't want to claim him yet publically, to his pack as his mate, to the human society as his partner. Michel understands and waits for the moment patiently, but he has his own secrets. The constant denial is eating him inside, painfully and physically. What will be of his heart if this keeps going on for too long? The peaceful routine is going to be disrupted drastically with a sudden attack and now the pack has to face new enemies and the raise of doubts inside the pack. Is someone really plotting something behind the scene or is just wary and wrecked nerves tricking judgment? What will happen when Kaan will have to face something he had never expected possible to deal with? To love is to die. Or is it, to die is to love? How should we interpret these questions? 1st cover designed by Klovis and newest one by azer90

Chase Wilde, a were clouded leopard is being forced to share his home, his food, and perhaps his secrets with a sketchy looking werewolf by the name of Jason Hills, due to an overflowing of supernatural beings wanting to find a roomate with a house, rather than a supernatural being with a house trying to find a roomate in this company called R.O.O.M.A.T.E.S. (Random, Organizing, Of, Man, Made, Areas, That, Encase, Supernatural-beings.) But when Chase Wilde's dark past comes back to haunt him, and his new roomie, will the few strands of Chase's sanity hold? And what about the growing attraction he feels toward said roomie? [Book cover made by Calienia]