Highest rank: #1 in werewolf on 07/14/2016 lycans, soulless monsters born of divine wrath, Zeus created them for destruction. Born half-human, half-wolf, these creatures are cursed to live in torment. But Selena granted them a glimmer of hope in the form of mates. Bianca, exiled from her pack, confronts unspeakable horrors. Little does she know that her fate is intricately tied to the future king of the werewolves and Lycan, unlike anything she's ever met. As their destinies collide, a menacing evil looms in the shadows, threatening to engulf not only their love but also the very future of their kind. TW: This contains BRIEF mentions of abuse, rape, and mentions of graphic torture. .............. This book was initially published in 2016 and is undergoing a rewrite. I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

***TRIGGER WARNING: this book contains an actual SERIOUS and ACCURATE picture of mental illness and many other things abusive parents, self harm, etc*** small disclaimer: this book is completely unedited and contains spelling/grammar errors. Highest Ranking: #1 ♡♡♡ "Did you're sister tell you anything about mates?"He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me.I nod in response. "Okay, how much do you know?" "That mates are made for each other."I answer him softly. "Do you know who your mate is?"Tyler asks me. My heart sinks and I look down at my feet and nod slowly. He takes my chin in his hand and tips it up so I look at him in the eye. "Who's your mate, darling?" "Y-you are."I stutter. "Good girl."He smirks before moving his hands to wrap around my waist and pulls me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him."And you know why I gave you this?" He moves my hair off my shoulder to reveal his bite mark.He traces around the teeth marks lightly with the tip of his finger, causing electricity to run throughout my body.The smirk on his face proves that he knows the affect he has on me. "It's to show that you're mine."Tyler says."That you belong to me,every little inch of you.That no one else will ever touch you the way I do,you're mine."

Every King needs a Queen. Sebastian isn't going to let his slip away, no matter how hard she tries. +++++ Sequel to Million Dollar Man

"You were made for me," he says while stroking my cheek. "You belong to me." He threads his fingers through my hair, then yanks my hair back making me gasp and look into his amber orbs. "But if you so much as talk to another man, I'll punish you. Then you will sit and watch me kill him. Slowly." I knew he was serious. Alpha Landyn Westman was always serious. LeeAna Harrison was 17 when she first met her mate, Landyn Westman. He was 18 and the star of the school considering he was the next alpha. Landyn has been waiting for his mate since he was a kid. She couldn't avoid him forever, and he will never let her go. WARNING: This is not a cliché werewolf story. The first ten chapters are dark. Prepare to feel mixed emotions. You have been warned. ** IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE OR A CHILD THEN DONT READ THIS STORY** Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf

"Something is different about her." I hear Dana say to Bentley as I play with the baby before me. "How so?" He asks. "I don't know, shes like more vibrant." Dana says, "like a glow." "Oh I get what your saying, but she's always had that glow." Bentley says and I smile. If only they knew. - - - *Sequel to Human Luna, so you must read it for this.story to make sense* These are completely my ideas, so don't take them! Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!♡

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."