"Bow down to your Queen" Arabella has always been different. Not only was she born with red hair but mysterious things have always been happening around her. Perhaps that is because of a certain devil watching over her, waiting to take her back to where she belongs. With him. The Underworld is a fantasy romance story that always brings the unexpected to the table. |A beautiful cover made by @Vibrantly_sassy |

Holding her unconscious body in my arms. Blood soaking my clothes as I fall to my knees but I don't let her touch the ground. My hands hold her tight to my body as the anger is rising within me and the beast inside me is threatening to unleash its wrath on the world. I will not lose her. "You will not die, Leanna" I whisper to her as I hold her close to my body but like she is, I'm losing the fight of life. Like a fucking poet. That's how insanely she affects me. I would go to the ends of the world for her. Only for her.

Staring at the gun in his hand as he stalks towards me with a devilish smirk on his face, I feel the bone-chilling fear rises within me. My back is against the wall and I'm trapped as he stands in front of me, his body so close to me that I can almost feel it touching me, and somehow I crave for his touch. I stare deep into his kohl black eyes and somehow his eyes tell me everything that I need to know. He does have feelings after all yet is confused about them. "You belong to me!" He says harshly, and before I could even process his words his lips capture mine in a possessive matter.

Blanche Blackwood, youngest sister to the Marquess of Northwick, thought she would never find a gentleman that could catch her attention, or her heart. Until she met Nathaniel Southill. So vastly different from any man she had ever met before, he intrigued her from the beginning, but Nathaniel was determined to prove that he was not a suitable match. When he succeeds, events contrive to bind them together, as well as a secret that has the potential to hurt those dearest to Blanche, and even though she has vowed to hate him for eternity, she can't deny that she still wants him. Tainted with a dark past, Nathaniel knew he was not the right man for Blanche and he would do anything to prove that to her. He vowed to stay away from her but that became impossible when he was set with a task to help protect her by his best friend and Blanche's brother. Unable to refuse, Nathaniel has to steel his desire and his heart against a woman he does not deserve. TW: Both Nate and Blanche deal with issues relating to trauma, death and abuse which may be triggering to some readers.

Nicola Eversley never intended for him to receive the love letters. It had been a mistake, a cruel twist of fate, that all her ardent and thankfully anonymous confessions were now in his possession and Nicola must work tirelessly to keep her identity a mystery from the handsome Marquess of Northwick, Jason Blackwood, who is considerably inappropriate and someone she certainly shouldn't be in love with. Not only is he her best friend's older brother, he is also a renowned flirt and libertine, someone Nicola definitely should not entertain feelings for. However, when Jason reveals his intentions to unmask the identity of his admirer, Nicola is forced to conspire with him during three events of the London season and put her wits, and resistance, to the test to lead him off her scent. But the marquess has other plans... Contains mature content. Note: only the first 6 chapters are available for free

❝Destiny brought dark and light together, fate brought them love❞ Abused and broken Katia has been through hell and made it back alive. A true warrior. The scars she wears prove her strength. She fights demons every single day. There is no safe place for her. Not in her home and not in her very own mind. A small town surrounded by forest is her home town, the town she grew up in. No one has made it into that forest and lived to tell the tale. Katia feels drawn to that forest and her dreams are affected with this mysterious forest, and the black furred wolf with green eyes that burn into her soul. That forest may look normal on the outside, but once you are on the inside it is far from normal. Beasts roam the forest. Not just any beats. Shape shifters. Werewolves. People who can transform into wolves whenever they please. Katia doesn't find a reason to live, but inside that forest is someone who does. Someone who wishes to chance the way she looks at herself. With his love she might become better than she was. And see the strength she holds. But that has to happen before it becomes to late. The clock is ticking.... ⚠️!!!WARNING STORY CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, ABUSE, SELF HARM, RAPE AND SUICIDE. NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS!!!⚠️ (A beautiful cover made by the fabulous @Sinadana)

They had been the best of friends since childhood. She knew that he secretly wore spectacles. He knew that she had once stolen all the wine for the Eucharist from the parish church and blamed it on the town drunkard. There was very little that Amy Griffiths did not know about Lord Oliver Hollingsworth, the only friend she had ever had growing up in a tiny village where everybody knew everything about anybody. She was quite happy to rush headlong into spinsterhood while she tended to her mother and worked the small bookshop, and Lord Hollingsworth did not seem inclined to wed anytime soon having ensured no mother in her right mind would allow her daughter to consort with the likes of him after the whole debacle with his once intended, Miss Augusta Fleetwood, a few seasons ago. When Amy is convinced to visit London, little did the both of them realise how meddling some of his friends would be, and how adept at matchmaking the troublesome lot are. Soon, the delicate line between friendship and true love become harder to distinguish. Bit of a slow burn, sweet romance with MATURE content and a lot of humour.

*Completed* Sarah is a Princess of the Ice Wolves Pack, she is the first Female in centuries to be without a brother to rule. She is outspoken and frequently labeled a troublemaker even though she has a sweet nature. What happens when Pack Law doesn't allow Females to rule without an approved King and by approved i mean assigned. Tilting my head to the side i scrunched my brow in confusion " your birthday was planned in advance as a presentation of your coming of age. Since that time we have been casing the eligible lycans for a suitable mate to take over my position as alpha king." my jaw dropped actually i think it fell off and ran into the next room hiding...they are arranging a marriage for me! Sadie was just as dumbstruck as i am... " You did what!... Mom is this true?.... Is this why you told me about your mates?! so i could understand that if it wasn't a royal you would execute them like yours where? ...What kind of heartless creatures are ya'll?..... The moon goddess chooses our mates not us!" I was beyond furious, I cant believe my parents would do this to me. Not only do I not get to choose my mate now I have to marry a complete stranger of my parents choosing! Great just great. I thought to myself feeling defeated i slumped down in my chair with my hands covering my face. Whats next they will set a price on me? My parents obviously couldn't see i was on default setting mode and not totally coherent has they continued there speech " Sarah, at your ball we had so many proposition for your hand that your father and i couldn't possibly make a decision so we decided that we will have a ceremony at the end of next year to have the Alpha Games in respect of the winner having the claim over you."

Once upon a time a baby girl was born to the Alpha and Luna of the Mercy pack. A pack not known for having mercy, but for having none. True fighters, defending what they believe in at all costs. Just imagine what happens when the little girl grows up and her parents discover her to be very different than they are - she is sensitive, not a fighter at all. For this trait Sophia has been shunned by her family and pack for all her life. Will the appearance of her mate make a difference or will his secrets destroy her?