He griped my arm so hard i screamed in pain. It will leave bruises. "I'd be careful with my words if i were you. You can't say whatever you want in my house, let alone insult me. If you ever do that again you'll be condemned to death." His deathly words made me realized i can't expected what he would do to me, what he was capable of. I tried to get away from his grip. His grim demeanor made me opened my eyes wide. This is the real him. This is James Black. He was the only one i should scared of. This proved what everyone's been telling, the cruelest man alive. Even worse, he was the monster. "You will not sleep or eat in this house until you know how to place yourself and have some respect." He said more like an order. He turned his back and talk with the two guys at the door. "Take her to the backyard, let her sleep outside." Then walked away. Will Cassandra Pearce survive from the vicious cold-hearted billionaire James Black ?

M A T U R E C O N T E N T #1 in Romance 12/22/18 "Do you feel that?" He said quietly next to my ear. I struggled as more tears stained my cheeks. "The tingles..." I froze at his words, "I feel it too." "I don't know w-what you're talking about." A small gasp left my lips when his mouth stopped inches from my neck. "Don't lie." He half whispered against my skin. My body melted into his in a way that I couldn't comprehend. His very touch halted every fiber in my body from resisting. He had me, whether I liked it or not, we were two halves of something greater.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

"I'm going to let go and your not going to scream or try to run, you understand?" He said, his voice was deep and he sounded dangerous I knew I had to listen to him I didn't want to speak so I simply just nodded yes. "Answer in words Ellie" he commands as he slightly removed his hand from my mouth "H-how do y-you k-know my n-name?" I asked, it came out more as a whisper and I'm surprised he heard it "I know lots of things" he said...... The description is not that great but please give my story a chance Also I don't own any of the photos in this story!!! This story had some curse words but nothing too severe!

"My Lord!" She gasped when she saw a deep wound on my hand and ran to me with quick steps. The rain was nonstop and it was thundering terrifically but the girl standing before me doesn't seem like she cares about herself much. She is literally drenched cold to the bone yet she is trying to tie a handkerchief around my palm. "M... My... What?" I frowned at her. "You are hurt, My Lord." My Lord! What the hell is she calling me? "I am not your Lord, girl. I'm -" I was about to tell her my name when she cut me in the middle and shivered in cold with a smiling face. "You are My Lord because you are a God." I looked around the dark empty wet alleys to find no signal of mental hospital staff or the mental hospital ambulance. She must have ran away from her psychiatrist. I am a God? From when? From which angle? I thought I'm a Devil? ~*~*~*~ Callisto Raul Mancini, the second most powerful Mafia in Europe and America, a man with cold heart and unlucky hands who can kill anyone without a remorse, crosses paths with a God devotee girl who can make the great Mafia kill himself without shedding a drop of sweat. Albina Rae White, the literature and cultural student, is a kind and a caring girl with only one weakness... or should we say strength - She has ultimate belief in the Almighty with no religious boundaries. She just worships every scripted God on the planet. What happens when the Almighty believer crosses paths with the Almighty himself? Wait, is he really a God? How will the great Mafia fair up with the young girl who believes he is a God? Join the journey of Albina and Callisto and enjoy their unique story. ~*~*~*~*~*~

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

| ranked #1 | | 4.24.16| | completed | | wattpad featured story 8/17/16 | | winner of a collectors edition WATTY 2016 | "How many times do I have to say this until you accept it? Those people are mine, those soldiers are mine, you are mine." I freeze. "Well," I straighten my spine, tightening my fists," I am not to be owned by anyone, least of all you. And my people aren't either. I will not allow you to do this." "You won't allow me to?" He scoffs. "And how are you going to stop me?" "If you do not call off this awful plan, I will reject you, as my mate." highest rank: 1

Rosalie Moore isn't a trouble maker or a person that gives into peer pressure. So, why is she breaking and entering into the manor at the end of her street? The answer is simple and extremely juvenile, a dare. Mason Manor at the end of Blackwood in Blackmoor estates has been around since the Civil War and years prior to. The manor has also been abandoned and falling to ruins for the past few decades. Many people from West Chesterfield High have claimed to have been inside and witnessed paranormal activity. They claimed to have seen a pale ghostly man in an old Rebel uniform. Rosalie and D'Andra, her best friend, got into a disagreement about the haunted manor. Rosalie said there is no ghost, while D'Andra believes there is one. During their bickering D'Andra dared her to go in and stay a total of two hours inside that house. Rosalie's presence didn't bring out ghosts, but it does awaken a blood thirsty monster. This is Book 2 to the Supernatural Neighborhood Series. No you don't have to read Book 1, The Werewolf Next Door, but I would appreciate it if you would.

"You're a monster," I spat out. He turned around, his green eyes glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill then I'm sure I would have been dead by now. "Well you're a fucking bitch and you can't deny it. You know why, because you're in love with a monster." *.*. Daniel Collins was a monster and everyone knew that. Meeting him would be everyone's nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murdered like it was an everyday chore and never once did he show an emotion other than hatred. Rosalynn Richards was an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. Unfortunately, fate can't help but pair them together. Will Rose be able to get her happy ending? Will she be able To Love a Monster?