"Scarlett!" I heard him call out to me but I didn't look back, running as fast as I could. When I didn't hear him behind me, I quickly glanced back to see he was nowhere to be seen and then I bumped into a hard chest, stumbling backwards. There he was, standing in front of me, his eyes gold. I gasped at his speed, I couldn't begin to comprehend how he reached there this quickly. "Scarlett, just stop fighting. Either you come with me willingly or I make you. You can't escape me, not now, not ever." He said firmly, and with such determination that it made me gulp and my hands and feet quivered. Even his voice sounded deeper than usual. He started walking towards me, and I slowly backed away, just shaking my head. - - - - Scarlett Chanel moves to the city of Beckley, in order to attend her new high school Beckley High. As hard as it was for her to leave her family, friends and boyfriend behind, even harder would be to settle in a new school where everyone would lable her the 'new girl'. But what happens when things go exactly the opposite to how she had planned? What happens if a short tempered, good-looking guy who everyone in school is afraid of sets his eyes on her? And why does he look at her as if she is his world? Scarlett is yet to find out. - - - - A tale like no other, a roller-coaster ride of twists and turns; love, happiness, heart-break, fury, and mos of all, Fate. - - - - PG - 13 Uses Mature Language - - - -
"Stay away from me!" Freya screamed, completely out of her mind. She felt like she would die, her breath becoming heavier and heavier. Flashbacks consumed her, and Zavian was no longer Zavian to her, it was Damien. "Freya, calm down!" Zavian yelled back, pinning her against the elevator wall. "Help!" Freya screamed at the top of her voice, gasping for air. She punched Zavian across the face, but it didn't affect him. "Stay away from me Damien!" She screamed, as she kept fighting him. "It's me, Freya, listen to me. It's Zavian. I'm not Damien," Zavian told her repeatedly, but she kept pushing him away. Zavian felt the elevator stop with a jerk, and he looked at what what floor it was, but he froze when he realized that it had stuck. The lights started to flicker, and Freya panicked further, her screams getting louder, her struggles getting harder. He tried to talk to her, but she wasn't listening. It was as if she wasn't in the same place anymore. "Don't touch me!" She cried, gasping for air. Zavian had no option but to catch hold of both her wrists, and he pinned them behind her back. Freya kept struggling, pushing him away, and sobbing, and Zavian could see her condition deteriorating. He knew he had to find a way to calm her down. "Freya, hey, look at me," he whispered to her, but her eyes remained shut as she kept screaming. "Freya," he tried again, now using only one of his hands to pin her wrists behind her back. He used his free hand to cup her cheek. "Freya. Open your eyes!" He yelled at her, and she froze. Still crying, she opened her eyes, but the only one she saw was Damien. "Freya, look at me. It's Zavian, I'm not Damien. It's Zavian, Cinderella. It's me. Zavian." He kept repeating, and he found her becoming slightly calm. He let go of her wrists, and pulled her to himself, wrapping his arms around her securely. "Shhh. You're safe, with me. You're safe." --- Freya Osbourne - a quiet, human girl, working at a cosy cafe. She is new in town, with only one motive in her mind: leave her dark, abhorrent past behind, and start a new life - away from all trouble, and all evil. What happened to her has battered her faith in humanity, and haunted her to dread the opposite gender to a point, where she cannot even find it in her to make eye contact with any man. Zavian Hayder - an Arabic fighter, perhaps the toughest warrior of his pack. A pitch black werewolf with glittering gray eyes and a mysterious, yet charming personality. No one was ever good enough to catch his attention, yet a new, quiet girl in his town seems to be driving him crazy, even while refusing to glance at him. He is adamant on knowing what made her this way, and she is adamant on staying away from him. A rollercoaster romance, filled with ups and downs. Add a splash of fate and magic, and you have the story of Zavian, and Freya, His Scarred Mate. Warning - Includes flashbacks of sexual abuse, suicide attempts, violence. Could trigger some readers.
"Anything?" He smirked, raising one eyebrow. I swear he would've looked sexy if he would not have been so damn intimidating at that moment. "Yes," I stated, without thinking. "Then kiss me," he said with a smirk as if it was nothing. I was shocked, my eyes widened and my mouth gaped as I stared at him in disbelief and terror. I gulped and looked at his lips, the thought of kissing him made me blush even though I was so scared right now. "What do you m-mean?" I tried to say confidently, but stuttered at the end. Instead of replying, he started leaning in. I put my hands forward in an attempt to push him away, but he held my hands above my head in one of his. I was completely helpless. There was nothing I could do except for praying. He kept on leaning in and I closed my eyes shut and turned my face to the side. ****** Evangeline Walker, your typical sweet, cute and cheerful good girl is kidnapped by Lars Knight, your typical hot, sexy, and irresistible bad boy while she was on her way back to her house from a party. Will Evangeline detest Lars, or will she, unable to resist his charms, end up falling for him? Will she ever be able to escape and go back to her beloved friends and family? And what is the badboy's motive behind k********g a sweet, simple girl? Read to find out!
"Ace..." I whispered, feeling my breath hitch, as goosebumps covered my skin. "Hmm," he replied, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He took a deep breath, sighing in content, while his hands moved up and down my bare waist. I closed my eyes shut, curling my toes. "Someone... Someone will see us," I managed to squeak out, trying to push at his hands. He took my wrists and pinned them to the wall on either side of me, leaving me helpless. "And?" He pulled away to look me in the eye. I bit my lip, able to hear my own heart beat as his hot breath traced against my lips. "We'll get expelled," I said softly, even as he made it incredibly hard for me to speak. His eyes flickered to my lips momentarily, before he gave me a small smile. His eyes glittered with mischief, as he stared at me. "No one is expelling us, Ava. And when I'm this close to you," he whispered, leaning in even closer, as I pursed my lips, "getting expelled should be the least of your worries." He nudged my nose with his. "What do you want?" I asked, frowning at him. I would be lying if I said I was not slightly excited by our position. But I'd also be lying if I said I was not afraid of what would happen next. "You, obviously," he replied, his grip on my wrists tightening. "This is to remind you who you belong to, Ava. Don't forget that for even a second. I don't like it when that jerk touches you," he said through a clenched jaw. "You're being irrational, Ace. What are you planning to do to me?" I asked, frowning. "You sure you wanna know?" His voice was dangerously low, making me suck in a breath. He let go of one of my hands, and trailed a finger down my waist, making me squirm against him. "Ye-yes." "Okay then. Don't blame me for what's about to happen." - - - - After losing her family in a tragic accident, Ava Clayton shifts to Hillcrest, to start a new life. New town, new school, new friends. Everything would become normal. Or so she hoped. The very first day, she catches the eye of the bullies of Hillcrest High School, who call themselves the 'Wolves'. When they decide to make Ava their new target, she realizes why it was so important to steer clear of them. So what happens when Ava not only challenges their authority, but also ends up punching the leader of their group - the sexy bad boy every girl in Hillcrest High dreams of dating? Of course, Ace Argent wants revenge, and he decides the best way to get it is by shifting to her dorm room, as her new roommate, and make her life hell. Little does he know, the fragile girl is much more stubborn than he thought. When secrets are uncovered, and pasts catch up, Ava realizes the impossible: the bad boy has a heart, and she has unknowingly, stolen it. But his love comes with a price. Ace Argent is possessive. And she is his new belonging. When the Devil falls for the Angel, what could possibly go wrong? - - - A slow-burn romance, with goofy fights, steamy moments, and a whole lot of drama. Book 1
Stand-alone. Blurb: "You'd touch me without my permission?" Monica retorted. "According to you, I already did, didn't I? Last night?" Tyson leaned in slightly closer to her. "That's not the kind of touch I'm talking about," Monica replied, feeling her heart race slightly. She could hear his beating faster too, and as he leaned in even closer to her, her eyes flickered to his lips. Feeling the sexual tension rising, she stepped back instinctively, but he stepped forwards. "Then what kind of touch are you talking about?" He whispered huskily, his breath fanning against her lips. She felt heat pool up inside her core, and she blinked, as she noticed his eyes start to change their color, proving he was horny as well. She stepped back again, but he was quick to close the space again. "Yo-you know what I mean," she said softly, unable to tear away her gaze from his. "No I don't," Tyson teased. "Please elaborate." He bit his lip, glancing down at her lips. Tyson leaned in further, and Monica tried to back away again, but the back of her knees hit the bed. She gasped as she fell backwards onto the mattress, instinctively grabbing onto his shirt, pulling him along. He fell on top of her, his lips crashing against hers. Both their eyes widened in shock, as they pulled away slightly, fierce electricity fizzing through their skins. Their heavy breaths mingled together, as Tyson's fingers brushed against her waist, her top slipping up slightly. Every part of them wanted to be close to each other, and they found themselves obliging. - - - - Monica King - a pregnant, rogue werewolf, who has dodged death multiple times by mere luck. After being saved by a mysterious stranger, she finally ends up into the arms of the one who is supposed to love and protect her, her mate - Tyson Ryder. Tyson Ryder - a short-tempered, Beta werewolf, who doesn't believe in the mate bond. Being irrevocably in love with a human girl, he believes she's the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. But his Alpha isn't entirely happy with the situation, as Tyson's temper and lack of control is starting to create problems. So what happens, when he finds a n***d girl in the middle of the town square, and she makes him feel everything he didn't believe existed? Moreover, his pack loves her, noticing a clear change in his behavior. As he stubbornly refuses to accept her, they have no option but to fake a relationship before his pack, as Monica has nowhere else to go, and he is in the position of losing his rank. The question is: how long can they keep the act up, especially when Tyson's girlfriend starts to notice their undeniable chemistry? Do they end up separated, or does the fake relationship spark real feelings? Can two people, created solely for one another, stay apart whilst sharing a single room? A tale of Fantasy, Romance, and Destiny. - - - -
Damien glared at Walter with gleaming eyes, while placing a firm hand on Kiara's waist. He pulled her to himself, making her gasp as she placed her hands on his chest. "What are you-" Kiara tried, but Damien interrupted her again. "I told you not to interfere," he repeated. "What are you doing? Let her go," Walter said, frowning. "I'm her date, not you." "Not anymore." Damien shifted his gaze to Kiara now, and his eyes softened, the glow abating. Without warning, he cupped her cheek with his free hand, and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. Kiara's eyes widened in shock, and her body froze in position, not knowing how to react. Her sweet scent took over his senses, and he pulled her tighter against himself, relishing in the touch. - - - - Hayes Adler belongs to the Blue Timbers, a pack strict in their principles. His routine is monotonous - hunt, fight, and sleep with random pack members, wondering when his mate will show up and change his life. He is completely ordinary, or so everyone believes, his dark impulses a secret to the rest of the world: to everyone, except his parents, who he loves more than he lets on. However, when his father commits a grave sin, and his only punishment is by death, Hayes is suddenly turned into a rogue wolf, kicked out of his pack, and humiliated. Left in the world of darkness, alone and cold, he vows revenge on the leaders of his pack, promising to destroy them, no matter what it takes. Add a splash of romance, action, and a lot of darkness, and you have the story of how Hayes Adler, a stigmatized werewolf, became known as Damien - the 'Dark Alpha' who is feared by the whole world.
Sequel to The Bad Boy's Possession "Are you ready?" he whispered in my ear, his warm breath fanning against my bare skin. I bit my lip, slowly nodding, as I tried to see through the blindfold. But it gave away nothing at all, only darkness that teased me further. I heard a door squeak open, and he placed his hands on my shoulders, making me bite my lip. He led me inside, and my nose immediately flooded with the pleasant, relaxing scent of lavender, and roses. The room was at the perfect temperature, not hot and not too cold. Yet every inch of my skin was covered in goosebumps, in anticipation of what would happen next. Ace moved in front of me, and I felt his hands snake around my waist. He pulled me to his chest, making me gasp softly, as he let out a soft chuckle. The sound I had grown to love the most in this world. "I'd ask you if you're sure about this, but I don't think I'll accept it if you say no. Not this time," he whispered teasingly, his hands slipping under my T-shirt. I curled my toes, gulping, as his fingers traced over my sides, gently caressing my skin. "I am sure, Ace," I replied softly, my heart racing wildly in my chest, my stomach full of butterflies. "Hmm, you better be," he replied huskily, tracing his nose over my cheek, and then down to my neck. "Because there's no going back now, Duckling. You're about to be mine, finally and completely. All of you... Every inch of your beautiful body will know me and my touch, and you'll spend every second of the rest of your life, craving more, and more." His nose brushed against the crook of my neck, and he deeply inhaled, before breathing out on my skin. "Ava Clayton, if I were you, I'd be very excited..." he trailed off, his voice echoing in my ears, "because you're about to know what pleasure tastes like." - - - - Ace and Ava have finally mended their broken relationship, and clearly set the rules of what is okay and what's not. But there's still a long way to go, and what's a road without cracks and bumps, obstacles and stops? Love isn't a walk in the garden, especially not when the boy and the girl each have their own demons. When pasts catch up, will the two stay together, or will they finally go their different paths? It gets deeper, the stakes get higher, and the villains make their moves. Their love is about to be tested in cruel ways, and survival, won't be easy. But the Bad Boy is set on redeeming himself, for everything wrong he has done in the past. He has promised to prove his love, but will he succeed? Or will it all be a waste? And most importantly, what will happen when they have no choice but to separate? Warning: The following content may cause butterflies, tears, and a whole lot of squeals.
"Why do I have to get married to you for that? Can't you just tell them that I'm your--" I stopped myself before the word could leave my mouth. His eyes twinkled with amusement, and he raised his eyebrows in question. "You're my?" I gulped, before clearing my throat. "I'm not even eighteen yet. How can I get married?" "Youll be turning eighteen pretty soon. And you think your age matters to them, my Love? There is no concept of age in revenants. We stop aging when we turn. No one even knows how old they are, and honestly, even I'm not certain that I'm really twenty." I pursed my lips, an uneasiness spreading in my chest. "You're their King, Draco. Pull some strings." "I may be their King, but there are rules even I cannot break. Why can't you just trust me? I won't touch you until you're eighteen, I promise. I cannot ask them to fight for a werewolf pack, Imara. Not until you're my wife, not until you're their Queen." I clenched my jaw, my eyes narrowing. "You cannot? Or you just don't want to?" A chuckle escaped his lips, his pointed canines almost shining under the light. He looked to the side, before meeting my gaze again. Draco stepped closer to me, and I backed into the wall, a small gasp leaving my lips. His hand rested on the wall beside my head, and he leaned in, his eyes slowly turning a deep crimson. I gulped, a shiver running down my spine as his gaze held mine captive. "Maybe," he whispered, his hungry eyes flickering down to my lips, and then to my body. "May--maybe what?" I muttered, finding it hard to breathe as my heart pounded in my chest. "Maybe..." he trailed off again, leaning in until his warm breath traced over my lips, and his closeness littered my skin with goosebumps. "Maybe I just don't want to." - - - Every night, the same, attractive man appears in Imara's dreams, who first makes her ache for his body, and then tries to drain her of her blood. She has spent her life wondering who he is, and the dismissive replies of her parents haven't helped either. She feels an odd connection to him, but how could he be her mate? He is a creature of night, a vampire, a revenant. A werewolf cannot be mated to a revenant, that goes against the laws of nature. So why does she feel so drawn to him, and why, at times, does she feel different from her pack members? She is about to find out, because when her pack is attacked, her mother is pushing her towards this man, begging him to take her away. She does not understand why, but she is about to, as this man may be the answer to every problem she has ever faced. She wants to hate him, she wants to feel repulsed from him and his kind, but when her own body refuses to listen to her, how long can this hatred last? After all, fate works in odd ways, and so does lust. Stand-Alone Spin-off to Fake Dating My Beta Mate Dare To Be a Teen - Meet My Hybrid Girl Writing Contest
When Ashley is kidnapped by an attractive, mysterious man, her simple life gets turned upside down. She wakes up in an entirely new world, and finds herself surrounded by magic, witches, dragons, and stunningly gorgeous men, all of whom seem to take a keen interest in her. The people there mistake her for an ancient Goddess with magical powers, but when they realize how ordinary she is, they assign her a different task: to seduce a cold-hearted, evil, and incredibly sexy Dragon Prince, and uncover the location of a sacred flower. Not only does she have to survive in a world unknown to her, her sleep is plagued with visions of people she has never known, and men she has never met. And to top it all, throw in two handsome men--one who treats her like his only hope, and the other who seems to want to devour her whole--fate, deceit, and a kiss from the embodiment of darkness himself. When her heart and mind are at war, which one will she listen to? A Tale of Fantasy, Adventure, Romance, and Deceit. - - - - Blurb: She was certain he was around, his strong presence radiating off of him like heat. Her senses were heightened because of the blindfold; nervousness cascaded through her body in waves, her skin over sensitive to touch. Her hands were still pinned down by her sides in thick chains, and by now, she had given up on struggling. But when his gentle fingers slithered up her arms, she squirmed again, her breath hitching. Azar chuckled at her reaction, his deep voice sending alarming signals to her mind. He was up to something. He had a motive behind his actions. But as long as he was not hurting her, she'd be okay. His feathery touch moved up her shoulders, tracing over her neck, before tickling down her bare back. She sucked in a breath, toes curling with agitation, heart knocking at her ribs. "How does it feel..." he trailed off into her ear, his lips brushing against it. "To be completely at my mercy? To be completely exposed to me, knowing I could do to you anything I wanted?" Ashley gulped, biting hard onto her lower lip. He moved away, and the next moment, his hand was gliding over her thigh. She squirmed again, his touch electrifying. She was unsure of what she really wanted; whether to get away from him, or get more of him. "Answer my question, Ashley," he commanded, his free hand taking a rough hold of her chin. She felt his warm breath on her lips, and her body tensed up in anticipation. It was almost shivering, but she had a feeling it was not out of fear anymore. She was embarrassed of the thought, of the feeling, but she had to admit it: she was not entirely hating her situation. She had spent years dreaming about a man with red eyes, and now when he was in front of her, she did not completely hate it. She was not entirely averse to being chained down to a couch, alone with him, in his private chambers, as his touch sent chills of pleasure through her body. - - - - I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES USED IN THE COVER.
I rushed inside the room, my heart hammering in my chest, my eyes full of tears. I had barely closed and locked the door, when it vibrated with a loud bang. A scream left my lips, and I shuffled away, my eyes wide in horror. "Stay out!" I yelled desperately, feeling my legs tremble with fear. There were beads of sweat rolling down my back, and my body was as disheveled as my mind. Why was he doing this again? "Open the door, Lara!" he growled from the other side, making me flinch and whimper. He banged on it again, making me back away further. "Open up, open up, open the door. Open the door. Open the door. Open the door. Open the door, Lara!" he shouted, before going silent for a second. I then heard him laugh, the sound making my blood run cold. "I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you... you're my beautiful little wife... how can I ever hurt you, Lara?" he sang. A cry left my lips, and I covered my mouth, as his voice sent a shiver through me. This wasn't him. This wasn't the man I had fell in love with. This wasn't my Rafael, the man who opened doors for me, who kissed my hand whenever we met, who promised to protect me forever. Why was he acting this way? I couldn't even recognize him. His eyes, the ones I could lose my world in, had looked so uncanny and vicious--like a monster's. - - Rafael Knight is the most eligible bachelor in Sky City. At the mere age of 26, he's the owner of RK Aerospace, the largest aircraft manufacturing company in the entire country. He is not only a billionaire, but a genius and a gentleman, his eccentric personality and grey eyes making girls swoon at the sight of him. Having rejected proposals from the prettiest and richest girls from all around the country, people are starting to wonder if the Knight family line will end with him. Lara Dames is a compassionate and confident girl. Her only fault is, she belongs to the lower middle class, which leaves her working three jobs at the same time, while taking care of her sick mother. When her mother is diagnosed with an early stage of cancer, which can be cured, but would need a large sum of money, Lara is left distraught, and desperate. It lands her in the arms of the very billionaire she never dreamed of meeting, and like every other girl, she is instantly left mesmerized by his charms and good-looks. So when this billionaire offers her a job, as well as money for her mother's treatment, Lara finds herself slowly falling for him, and very soon, she's standing at the altar, as his bride. But little does she know, the billionaire is hiding a dark secret behind the walls of his mansion, and becoming his wife, she has ended herself right into the beast's den. Rafael is not what he seems, and her heart is not the only thing she'd lose to him. A charming gentleman during the day, turns into someone malicious as soon as darkness falls. And the only one who can cure him, is her. That is, if she lives long enough to. Billionaire Romantic Suspense Writing Contest
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