"You took my father from me! You killed him!" I snarled, pulling against the chains. He watched me with those same dead eyes, not an ounce of emotion. "He trespassed into my home and stole my food, he got what he deserved." he stated calmly. I bared my canines, just wanting to rip through his flesh with them. "Now I know why." "Why what?" "Why no one could ever love you...you're a monster. A cold blooded beast at heart." I spat with hatred. "No one could ever love a beast like yourself." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arabella, proclaimed as the most beautiful woman to ever live in Britain. Even the humans consider her a rare beauty. She was a kind-hearted girl, but she would stand up for whatever she believed in. She would fight whomever she deemed as a threat, and that included the beastly King of Alphas, Samuel Blackmoore.

I was a werewolf without a wolf. But I developed an ability to heal wounds and injuries. My mother said the Goddess had given me this skill in place of my wolf. But there were those that saw me as undeserving and I fell prey to their abuse. My life was miserable until I met him. The Healer's Mate.

Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf. [COMPLETED] He is the most powerful Alpha of his generation. She is the quirky human girl who has dark secrets. When the two unlikely souls gets put together, it can only lead to one thing. © MissTroubleX 2015 ❀ The spinoff, Fight Me, Alpha is officially out now! xo ❀ Cover made by mintys- ♡

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (:

Primula is tormented by her family and pack members every day. From the day she was born they beat and tortured her for something she could not control. The Only thing Primula has ever known was brutality. When she met her mate, he shattered her dreams by rejecting her. When the supernatural community, including Rogues and Hunters encountered a new evil, they decide to ban together to stop it. But no amount of strength and numbers could prepare them for something so primitive that it transcends life itself. In their darkest hour, they turned to Primula, the girl who they completely destroyed. The girl who somehow has a connection to this new evil and could gave them all the answers they are looking for. But why should Primula help them? After all, she has nothing to gain. This story is completely fictional and any mention of names, place, events and happenings that resembles real life is a coincidence.

"Hey? How come you don't talk much?" He says, lips catching at the edge in a cute carefree smile. I glance away as the breeze gently sways my hair behind me, landing softly mid-back. I look into the distance and admire the breathtaking view. The deep evergreen forest seems to glow bright in its natural glory. The breeze sweeps again causing the trees to sway, a leave lands gently next to us. A frown creeps its way onto my lips as a deep stir moves within me. The world and all its inhabitants seem to connect as one naturally ... normally ... yet in this world, I seem to exist and have no place in it. I come back to reality as I feel his intense gaze on me deepen. I grimace looking at nothing in particular while continuing the mental battle within. Should I just tell him? Or maybe ... show him? I sneak a quick peek at him, watching his amazing carefree smile fade into a slight frown. Those beautiful hazel eyes filling with concern, while he shifts closer to me in an almost defensive stance. Knowing that I need to be careful with the decision I make, I take a deep breath before fully facing him, my crystal blue eyes get lost in his caramel chocolate ones, as he fully reads me like an open book. His eyes soften while he raises his strong firm hand up to my cheek, caressing it with his thumb, creating tiny imaginary sparks to fly across my face. I sigh at the touch, leaning into it while relaxing my body next to his. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He whispers so quietly I could have missed it if it weren't for my miraculous hearing. I pull away from him slowly and sit up, he immediately straightens up watching me carefully. My hand begins to tremble as I slowly raise it up to the collar of my turtleneck, my eyes search his for reassurance, and seeing my hesitation he gives me a small smile along with a squeeze on my knee. I gently bring down the collar of my turtleneck and instantly hear an ear-splitting growl that vibrates through my core.

Who would have thought that playing a simple game of Twister could help you find your mate? Anna is a teenager who oddly enough, reeled her hot Alpha mate in with a game of Twister. Hunter is a sexy, dominant Alpha, who is in love with Anna. But what is Anna hiding from their thought-to-be perfect relationship? Everything. She desperately ran away from her past, along with her family, but what happens when the person she was running from has shown up in her town? Lying only leads to more lies, but unfortunately, Anna had to find that out by herself. ~~ Warning: I wrote this book as a teenager, I'm currently in the process of editing and adding new chapters. ~~

Finding an insanely hot, absolutely naked guy unconscious on your back porch on your 18th birthday would seem like a gift from heaven, wouldn't it?

Brylee Cunnings has a secret that only a handful of people know. If word ever goes out to whom she really is, it'd be the end for her now that the whole werewolf community is being ruled by a militaristic council. Unfortunately for her, a mandatory order has been implemented and she and some of her pack members are required to oblige. Following that order requires her to move away from her secluded home and into an academy of dominating werewolves. Here, she'll learn to face her true struggles and maybe even break a few rules to save herself. Her once quiet life has turned upside down so she must learn to survive. Although in the midst of surviving, she meets a person who's also been hiding himself as well, a notorious soon-to-be alpha, Maddox Reed.

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.