DARK ROMANCE ! Cheating, very twisted, obsessive ML, a lot of trauma... Lizzy's lips tilted up into a self deprecating smile. The divorce papers were filled, his part already darkened by his informations and his signature long dry on the paper. Her own was still fresh. Only twelve hours old. "How long has it been waiting ?" She dared to ask. There was a lot she wouldn't, but this, this she felt like she should know. How long had he been planning on divorcing her ? --- Elizabeth Clark loved her husband. She had found peace in their arranged marriage and as dysfunctional as it seemed, she had cherished her new home with all she had. Dante Giovanni had merely been biding his time, bearing through this hell of a marriage by counting down the seconds until he could get out of it. But when his wife sets him free, he finds out freedom has a bitter taste and that he might have passed by the love of his life. And Lizzy discovers she is more than just a man's daughter or wife, that she deserves more than what she had been given until then and is ready to fight for it.

A married couple has been drifting apart for a while. He's on the go. She's more comfortable at home. He has a female friend at work he enjoys hiking, mountain bike riding and running with. She can't keep up. One day she tries and ends up in the hospital. He doesn't notice for three days that she's missing. It's his wake up call. But now, she's not answering.

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

She cries when the prince takes her from the ruined castle, from the dragon who faithfully watched over her, kicks and screams and sobs for her beast, repeating her desperate plea to return to the place she has called home for more years than she can count ; 'I didn't need to be saved'. Court life stifles her, makes her want to scream until she has no energy left to fight, she flees to the gardens, running barefoot through fountains and flowerbeds, returning only when the guards come to seek her out, silk dresses torn, and covered in mud. Her dreams are of flying, of flames and smoke, and she longs for the nights when she could fall asleep with warm scales as her pillow, knowing nothing would dare to harm her while her dragon stands guard, but that world seems to belong to another girl now. Then a new knight appears in the court she so loathes, swearing his allegiance not to the prince, or to the person she can hardly think of as her father, but to her, and when his eyes meet hers she laughs for the first time since the prince brought her 'home', the fire in his gaze as familiar as her own. She'd recognise her dragon anywhere. this is a my first fairy tail fanfic and my second fanfic altogether, so I'm no expert. INSPIRED BY A COMIC. THE ABOVE BLURB IS FROM THAT SAME COMIC, I AM UNAWARE WHO MADE IT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THE FRONT COVER ISNT MINE EITHER.