WARNING!!! MATURE content for 18 years old and above!!! If you're an INNOCENT or NOT AN OPEN-MINDED reader, please refrain from reading this story! Being the youngest among the Novell siblings, Ellie got used to being compared to her brother and sister all the time. Being the good girl she always was, she didn't mind one bit. To the public eye, she's a nice and quiet girl who only lives behind her siblings' shadows. But little did they know that she too has a hidden wild side in her that only one man had the privilege to see. Rex Avis Frias. Highest rank #54 in romance #69 in love

She was born to be a monster; a deadly assassin.There is a cold stone where her heart should be...or is there? ***For all who read this, I want you to know that I wrote it about three years ago. My writing has come a very long way since then. You have been forewarned. ***

Violet Brooks, also known as Vi, is a wild, carefree girl who can hold a grudge. If you mess with her, you better watch your back. She can make you house a living hell. When she moves into her aunt's house and the boy next door plays a prank on her new friend and her, she's out to get payback. Let the pranks begin.

My story is called The Loveless Alpha and the Pup It's about an alpha who finds A rouge child on his pack lands she has been abused and needs some to take care of her it wait he doesn't have a mate and he has never wanted a children.

Everett is a mafia leader as well as being an alpha werewolf. Although, when he finds his mate, he finds out that his mate is the most innocent girl ever. Even though it intrigues him, he worries of breaking his flower. However, Poppy has a temper even if she follows the rules and doesn't get in fights.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

I've been gone a long time, so I'm going to post a couple non-legit scenes I wrote while I was away (mostly because of how bad I missed my imaginary friends) while I work on getting my life together and writing another actual chapter of Heir.

When commoner-in-disguise Eddie Shaw is hired to trick a prince into falling for her, will she be able to break both their hearts when seduction turns to love? ***** Being hired to trick the crown prince of Valandria into falling in love with her is maybe the last thing Chicago-born Edwina "Eddie" Shaw thought she'd be doing after losing her waitressing job. But when her hot as hell ex-boyfriend suddenly comes motorcycling back into her life, that's exactly what he hires her to do. The problem? No one warned her the prince had arms like a lumberjack and abs like a Greek god. No one warned her he had a sweet spot for rescue horses, a laughable inability to dance, and a wicked way with his hands. But Eddie WAS warned about one thing: her job is to make the prince fall in love with her, not to fall in love herself. Otherwise, breaking his heart might just mean breaking her own in the process... Season One & Season Two are now completed and fully released! A Royal Deception: Season One written by @TDMcGee, author of "The Bloody Lullaby." A Royal Deception: Season Two written by @MustangSabby, author of "Out Of His League." Season Three forthcoming. [[Season 1, Word Count: 50,000 - 60,000 words]] [[Season 2, Word Count: 100,000 - 150,000 words]]

To fulfill a promise to her late father, Aubrey Lynn posts an ad to hire a fake boyfriend for Christmas. But when ex-marine Knox Mikelson shows up, with his arrogant attitude and clear dislike for her, she gets more than she bargained for.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.