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"Knock knock! Hey Krysta, I see you're awake now." "Yeah, I just...." I turned towards the person who had just spoken and was left speechless mid-sentence. Wow.... I was encountered with an impossible sight. There, next to the door was the most handsome guy I had ever seen or could have ever imagined. He had coal black hair that was long enough that you could grab but short enough that it still looked good. It was lush and flowed in good curves. He had green eyes that could cut through stone but could still melt your heart. His face was slender with hard edges but soft at the same time. His smile charming enough to make you weak but cruel enough to stab you. "You look like like an idiot. Haven't you ever seen a man before," he asked with amusement. Krysta has been living in a dystopian future for as long as she can remember. She has no idea of her origin and has no memory before her 5th summer. One day while working in the fields a magnificent beast appears to take her to a magical world where she will discover her origin and a prophecy that tells her fate. (This is only the first book)

He was drowning in her. In her scent, in the way her body molded against his, in the way her breath came in ragged, broken gasps between kisses, in the way her lips felt-soft, warm, intoxicating. He'd been starving for something he didn't even know he craved until now. And now, he didn't think he could ever stop. His teeth grazed her lower lip before he sucked it between his own, and she whimpered, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, clutching at the wet fabric, pulling him even closer. His heart slammed against his ribs, hard and wild, a caged beast set loose. The rain kept falling, soaking through them, mixing with the heat that burned between them. This was dangerous. This was reckless. This was insanity. But he didn't care. NO force on earth could make him stop. If she is poison, then she is his poison. And if death came wrapped in her kiss, he would drink every last drop without hesitation. 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒- 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 / 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 "𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?" 𝐃𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 / 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭) 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 & 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧

In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

Moira ~ A person's destiny * I was holding the photo tightly in my grasp when I felt a presence behind me. Ace came closer to me and reached around me causing his chest to press into my back. Before I could control myself, a breathless gasp escaped me from feeling the sparks from the places we were touching. Ace didn't say anything, instead, he took the photo from my hand and backed away. I turned around to see Ace walking back to the couch he was just sitting on. I leaned back against the bookshelf as Ace sat down. Looking at Ace, I needed to know. I needed to know why he had a photo of me from before. Why would he have one when he was the one who rejected me? He hated me and yet he kept a photo of me for years. I felt a feeling of loss like I had never felt before. I was confused and hurt. Why did he have that photo? I had so many questions for him. I whispered, not wanting to break the silence but needing an answer, "Why?" One word, three letters, a beginning of a question. Not enough meaning behind it but he knew what I meant. Even if I didn't know what I wanted it to mean. Because in my head, a thousand questions I needed him to answer. Why did he reject me? Why take a picture of me? Why keep that picture of me for years? Why did he choose Brittney? Why didn't he love me? Why was I not good enough? But instead of asking all these questions, I chose to ask one word with only three letters. Because that one word held all my questions in it. It held the pain that I felt. It held the rejection, the hope, and the anger. Ace looked at the picture, "I needed you." *

[book one] The game was simple: A contest comprised of three unique challenges, designed to test a human's strength physically and mentally, their personality compatibility, and their chance of survival. The prize was excruciatingly tempting: The chance to be reborn, into a strong immortal creature of the Night, and to stand beside one of the sexiest men alive for the rest of your endless life --as his Mate. But was the cost too much? ~ If you happen to be reading this story from any other platform other than �������� (or Tapas), please note that you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe form then please go to: /user/Serayna Thank you and happy reading! ♡ [epic cover by @Forcade]

This story is the sequel to my previous story "King of the Vamps". It would be beneficial to read that story first as you will be introduced to some characters and certain plot points! Clayton, the son of revered King Ulric and Queen Amaryllis has reached the age to find his mate. The day he tracked her scent, he expected to find a gorgeous vampire attached to the scent. However, a small human child stood in place of his expectations. He felt an intense need to protect the little girl and to love and provide for her as an older brother would for their younger sister. Although he was expecting a mature female to complete his mate bond with, he is prepared to raise his young mate, who was unfortunately abandoned by her parents. He is determined to provide her a life full of happiness and love. * "What difference does it make how old I am? I'm not a little kid, Clay. If it's about me being 18, six months doesn't make a big difference." "You're making this very difficult for me," he said, his jaw clenched. "Please tell me," she whispered. Clay tilted his chin up and closed his eyes. He couldn't handle looking at her face. If he looked at her for one more second he would break. She was the only person in the world who held enough power to weaken him. "Please," her sweet voice whispered again. And there his resolve went. Completely out of the door. He grabbed her hips and pushed her against the wall. "You want to know, Hadley?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

I was sure the worst thing to ever happen to me would be being kidnapped, and sure, that was pretty bad. However, what was worse was being kidnapped, held captive for years, and then being auctioned off to the highest bidder. I thought maybe I had caught a little break when I found out that me and five other girls were being sold to royalty, but I should have known something about that wasn't right either. Under the cover of eternal darkness, and deep beneath the ground, was a whole world I never even dreamed existed in my wildest dreams. It was a world that promised to be more than anything I could imagine. The people who bought us told us we would have the luxurious life of a princess, but there were only two catches... 1. We would be competing against each other for the affection of the Prince who would change our whole lives by picking one of us to rule at his side. 2. That prince just happened to be a vampire.

"I never wanted this!" I scream, tears streaming down my eyes. He kisses my neck, muttering sweet things to me, but I ignore him. "I wanted to live a normal life. But no, guess what, I had to be the mate of the freaking vampire prince! Yay!" His body tenses behind me, and I realize what I said. I turn back to apologize, to tell him that's not what I meant, but he stops me. "If that's how you feel." He whispers, walking away before I can blink. - Sadistic: that's what everyone thinks of Ava. She enjoys watching people suffer. The way the squirm and beg for mercy, it probably turns her on. Though, what happens when she has to save lives, not take them away? It's not saving lives like Superman does, it's way more intense. Did she see that coming? No. Does life care? Not at all. In fact, it's throwing her in front of a bus (literally). One secret demands poor Ava to bend all of her morals, and change herself completely. Forever's going to take longer than expected. Warning: Cursing is frequent.