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Quincy is a human living among a pack of werewolves who hate her. Even her own mother sees her as a drunken mistake. She runs away with the aim of living a normal life amongst humans, but then she meets Prince Caspian. He’s not human; he’s not a wolf… What is he? The only thing she knows for sure is that he’s the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen—and he seems to be equally mesmerized by her! But they come from very different worlds…

Age Rating: 18+


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Quincy is a human living among a pack of werewolves who hate her. Even her own mother sees her as a drunken mistake. She runs away with the aim of living a normal life among humans, but then she meets Prince Caspian. He’s not human; he’s not a wolf… What is he? The only thing she knows for sure is that he’s the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen—and he seems to be equally mesmerized by her! But they come from very different worlds…

Original Author: NicoleRidd3y

Age Rating: 18+

Prince Caspian Romanov

Banehallow Palace, Russia

My trusted assistant, François, is holding up my robe as I slip out of the rumpled bed. Long legs, tangled, and hands with perfectly manicured nails are sticking out from under the sheet.

“Wake her up and get Beckett to drive her home,” I tell François as I shrug my robe on.

“Your Highness… Where do think you’re going?” says a velvety seductive voice from the bed.

A second later, her sleepy face with disarrayed ringlets of brown hair emerges from underneath the blanket.

“I’m going to bed. You need to get home,” I say curtly, ready to leave.

“But, Prince Caspian, we are in bed. I mean you were…”

She slinks out of bed in nothing at all and attaches herself to my back. Her hands start to roam my chest and my lower region.

François doesn’t even bat an eyelid. He has seen it all before.

“Come back to bed and I’ll make Your Highness very, very happy.” Her hands grow bolder.

I pry her fingers off me and re-tie my robe. I don’t usually need to tell people twice what to do.

“Why can’t we spend the whole night together?” I can sense her pouting behind me. She’s getting clingy. I don’t do clingy. “Why can’t I sleep in your bed?”

Nope, she’s going nowhere near my private quarters.

“Last night was magnifique, my prince.”

Of course, she would think so. I’ve been with her twice, and I’m already bored. She’s beautiful, most of the lycan women are, but this is the last time she’s setting foot in here.

“What time is it, François?” I ask my assistant as slip on my slippers before I exit the room.

“It’s almost four in the morning, Your Highness,” he answers after flicking his eyes at his pocket watch.

“Prince Caspian! Please…” I hear her whiny voice behind us.

“Make sure she’s dressed. Then escort her out,” I tell him, even though I know he needs no such instruction.

“I’ll make sure she’s out before anybody sees her or the queen hears about her,” he replies.

I nod my head even though I couldn’t care less if Mother sees my latest conquest. Actually, it’s better if she does. I stop walking. “François?”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Make sure to escort her out through the main entrance,” I tell him. My smile is widening. Mother will hear about this.

“You’re an idiot, do you know that?” says my cousin, Constantine. He has no doubt heard the tail end of my instructions to François.

“Oh, he knows,” mutters Lazarus.

My shoulders are relaxing, and my mood improves drastically as I find myself among my trusted friends.

I’ve reached the east wing of the palace where I can be myself. Where my pack members are. My family.

As the crown prince, I learned very early and the hard way that not everybody can be trusted.

Everyone wants something from me. Those trusted few friends that I have, I keep.

Lazarus is my guardian as well as my head of security. He also happens to be Constantine’s cousin from his mother’s side.

We’ve been together for centuries. We are all the same height, around six feet five, but Lazarus, being one of our best warriors, is bulkier.

“What are you two doing out of bed at this hour? Don’t you have your mates to please?”

Both of them have found their mates or rather “erasthai” for us lycans. Lucky bastards.

Their mates are also now part of our small pack. Lazarus found his erasthai, Serena, over sixty years ago.

Constantine claimed Genesis three years ago. Both Serena and Genesis are like sisters to me.

“Genesis is accompanying Penny to the airport as we speak,” answers Constantine.

“What? Now?” I ask him. “My Beany didn’t even wait to say goodbye? She didn’t say anything about leaving last night.”

Penny, or Beany as I call her, is Genesis’s best friend. We’ve discovered that she’s the erasthai of Commander Darius Rykov, one of our close friends.

We’ve come to accept her as one of us, even though he hasn’t claimed her yet, much to our frustration.

She’s trustworthy, loyal, and strong…though very short tempered. I enjoy riling her up.

“Something must’ve happened last night to cause her to leave. She wouldn’t say what it was, but she looked pretty upset,” explains Constantine.

“Darius did mention he wanted to mark someone else,” retorts Lazarus.

“Then he’s a fool!” I growl. I can’t believe he could even think of marking someone else when he’s found his erasthai.

“Don’t get involved,” warns Lazarus. I’m making no such promises.

“Yeah, you’re in a lot of trouble yourself, Caspian,” agrees Constantine.

“There’s going to be hell to pay when the queen hears about your latest indiscretion. Leaving through the main entrance no less.”

He shakes his head at my newest stunt. “Hell’s going to explode.”

Oh, I’m counting on it.

I grin and pull the door open as we reach my bedchamber. I give them a quick salute before I disappear inside. I’m waiting for hell to explode.


There’s always tension between Mother and me. As the crown prince, I have a responsibility to mate and take over the throne from my father.

My mother, Queen Sophia, has made her choice clear in the form of Lady Celeste, the daughter of one of her closest friends.

Forget the idea of finding my erasthai. Mark Lady Celeste and be crowned king.

As a lycan, we are born to recognize the one. Our erasthai. Our life force.

The one who calls for our soul. The one who would mold to fit us even more so physically, mentally, and spiritually once we mark and claim her as ours.

I may be a player, but when you’ve lived for hundreds of years, searching, loneliness creeps in.

I know that no amount of meaningless hookups can make me feel whole.

All those women I hook up with know the score. They’re mostly sophisticated socialites. Definitely no blushing virgins. They know what they’re in for. Just some fun.

Still, some grow clingy. Most of them hope to be the next queen.

I refuse to mark just anyone. Marking anyone else will never satisfy my soul. Definitely not Lady Celeste. I will find my erasthai one day. I need to find her.

As expected, hell did explode. My mother and I had a huge argument that very morning.

The argument had me destroy some parts of the palace, including my own bedchamber.

The fight had also the expected result: my father, King Alexandros, encouraged me to take a break.

That means I’m free to stay away from Banehallow Palace and Russia for a few years. I have a plan.

“Come on, Red, throw the dart already,” I urge Genesis after my last dart landed somewhere in the middle of Lake Huron.

Yeah, that’s right. My grand plan is throwing a dart on the map to figure out where we’re going to spend the next few years.

“This is stupid, Caspian. Throwing the dart? Really? Why can’t we just pick a good college that offers a good program that we like, apply like normal people do, and just go?”


“That’s a stupid way to do it. Besides, this is more fun,” I say. “Look, the last time I did it, you ended up meeting Constantine. You still think it’s stupid?”

At least I plan on going to college instead of a high school like the last time. These people should be thankful. Where’s the gratitude?

“Fine!!!! Give me that thing!” she exclaims in annoyance.

I swear by the look in her eyes that she would rather stick that dart on my forehead instead. Oh, Red.

I know it annoys her when I call her Red, but with her distinctive red hair and craziness, it fits.

“Did you tell everyone else that this is how you decide they’re spending the next few years of their lives? By throwing a dart at the map?”

She closes her eyes and prepares to aim.

“Nope! You’re the only one I let in on the secret. You should feel honored, Red.”

The dart whizzes through the air and lands right on the edge of the USA. Near the ocean.

“That’s it! The dart has spoken. Pack your bag, Red. We’re going to California.”


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Quincy St. Martin

If you do something bad enough, they’ll never ask you to do it again. That’s what my Nana used to tell me.


Somebody yells my name from the kitchen. Jeepers!!!! I think they’ve already discovered those eggs.

Well, my Nana said they might not ask you to do it again, but she didn’t say you wouldn’t get yelled at.

I slowly lower my foot out of the window and onto the ledge. When I find the footing, I swing my whole body out while my hands clutch the window frame tightly.

Yessss!!! I can almost smell my freedom. Freedom, here I come!!!

“There she is,” says a familiar voice from below. I look down to find a few sets of angry-looking eyes.

“Told you she’ll try to escape through here,” adds my fifteen-year-old half sister, Caitlin Rose, her finger is still pointing at me.

Oh, goddamn it! So close!!!


“I can’t believe you can’t even boil eggs without burning them!” yells Luna Bianca.

Luna Bianca is just a couple of years older than I am, and she never liked me before. Now I think she hates me.

“Don’t even bother to come down for dinner tonight. You’ll be having those eggs for the next few days.”

I can hear a few snickers coming from the doorway. I’m sure a couple of them come from my cousin, Joelle, and her gang.

O-kay, burned eggs for a few days. Got it.

So, I can’t cook. Sue me. My Nana tried to teach me. Even she gave up! I did try, though.

Why, just a month ago Gemma, the pack cook, left me in charge of making a pasta dish. I followed her instruction to a T. I swear I did.

It wasn’t my fault that the pasta decided to clump together and the sauce decided to jump out of the pot. The pasta came out in one big clump…or something.

The sauce exploded and popped like molten lava all over the place. It was everywhere! It was even better than our science project at school.

Except that everyone was yelling, and I had to clean up after, and everyone was pissed, and I had to go to bed hungry…again.

They never left me in charge of cooking anymore. Until today.

They must have forgotten that pasta fiasco. I was told to boil the eggs this morning. A lot of eggs!

I think Gemma meant to make deviled eggs, or something. I waited and waited for the water to boil. Oh, I waited for ages!

Then I got tired of waiting. That’s when I went upstairs and decided to read for a bit. When I smelled it, it was already too late.

The smoke alarm was blaring. Black foul-smelling smoke was coming out of the pot. A whole level of the pack house was foggy and smelled of burnt eggs.

The water had totally evaporated. The eggs at the bottom of the pot were all black and crushed. The rest of the eggs smelled burned.

I ran around the kitchen fanning the alarm with the dishcloth, opening all windows, cursing like a sailor.

I really had no clue what to do! Eeekkk!!! Then I heard footsteps coming in. So I ran up to my room and tried to escape through the window, and that’s when they caught me.


I live in a pack house now. They wanted me to be one of the cooks in the house. Not like I’m an Omega or something.

Nope, I’m worse. I’m a human! How does a human like me get to live in a pack house with a bunch of werewolves you ask?

Well, it’s a long story, but the short version is, my mom is a werewolf.

She had a drunken night in town in her rebellion days. Had too much fun with a human. Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! Nine months later. Voilà! Me!!!

So how come I’m a human, you ask. Doesn’t that make me half werewolf?

Well, technically, yes, but I smell like a human, and I don’t have that inner wolf in me to change into one.

I didn’t get the name of my werewolf whispered to them in a dream, signaling that my change is about to happen in a few days’ time when I was thirteen or fifteen.

So I’m considered a human. Well, that’s just awesome!

Who wants to be a werewolf anyway?

Who wants to change into an ugly, furry…but somewhat cute, yet fierce-looking animal and run free…and have parents who are proud of them and get treated so much better…

Well, not me. Obviously!

I guess that means I won’t be sensing my mate when I turn eighteen in a few days’ time.

Well, good! Who wants a mate who will be so possessive and restrictive…yet so protective and loving, no matter what…

Well, I don’t need a mate! Nope. Don’t want it. Don’t need it.

My mom met her mate a month or so after she had me. She left me with her mom, my Nana, who was living on her own after her mate died not too long before that.

So, my Nana raised me. She was the only one who loved me. I lived with her until three months ago.

She died. Just a few months before I would turn eighteen.

We had so many plans. I still can’t believe that she’s gone.

They’re selling her house, so they moved me here. I guess I should be grateful that they didn’t throw me out on the street.

So I’m living here now with my mom and her family—her mate, aka my stepdad, Jon, and their daughter, Caitlin Rose.

Each family has a unit here with a small family room and bedrooms, depending on how many kids a family has. We all eat together in the big pack dining room.

I have my own room. It’s small. Okay, so it’s tiny and has no window.

I think it was originally a walk-in closet for Caitlin Rose, but whatever. At least I have some privacy. Who needs a big room when I can be like Harry Potter?


It’s after 9 p.m., and my stomach growls. I haven’t eaten anything the whole day today. I’ve been hiding out in my room since the egg fiasco this morning.

“Stop staring at me like that, Oliver,” I warn my best friend. “I’m not a coward. I’m just not feeling like socializing right now.”

Well, okay, so Oliver is an old tattered teddy bear, but he’s got these eyes that can stare you down and make you feel like confessing even to a crime that you didn’t commit.

I turn Oliver to face the wall.

My stomach growls again, and I sigh.

The TV is on in the family room. I guess they won’t be going to bed anytime soon.

I open the door slowly and creep out of my room, careful not to make any noise.

My mom is sitting in the middle of the sofa. Jon has his arm around her. My half sister, Caitlin Rose, is sitting on the other side with her head on Mom’s shoulder.

Mom’s finger is playing gently with her soft brown hair. They’re a picture of a perfect family.

Three sets of eyes land on me simultaneously as I’m crossing the family room from behind the sofa.

That darn werewolf hearing!

I stare at them, and they stare right back. I shuffle my feet a bit, shifting my weight from one foot to another.

“I uh…gonna get some eggs for dinner,” I mutter. Nobody says anything.

“Well, okay,” I add then awkwardly make my way out the door with three sets of eyes still staring at me.

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to really feel you belong somewhere, you know. To feel like you’re really wanted, not just tolerated.

To be like Caitlin Rose.

Still, I won’t dwell on that. I have a pretty okay life. Real lucky if you asked me.

My Nana loved me. Sure, she’s gone now, but she loved me when she was still alive.

My stepfather doesn’t hate me or anything. At least, I don’t think so.

My mom mostly ignores me, but once in a while, she seems okay with me.

My half sister doesn’t like me, but she’s only a kid.

I make it into the kitchen without encountering anybody. I look around the kitchen and find a big plastic container of burned eggs on the floor near the sink.

I lift the container up onto the kitchen counter and take the lid off. The awful smell wafts out into the air.

They must have saved me all the blackened ones at the bottom and took all the edible ones at the top.

I stare dispassionately at the black matter in the container. My stomach rumbles, but eating this is akin to eating soot.

“Oh, look! She’s going to eat those eggs!” my cousin Joelle exclaims from the doorway.

“We should take pictures of this,” her bitch clone, sorry, I mean her best friend, Kelly, joins in.

“No, take a video!” exclaims another girl.

A group of eight or so teenagers is standing behind them. All of their faces are excited. They are eager to watch me eat the blackened, burned eggs.

All except for my cousin Jorden and his best friend, Trey.

Jorden is Joelle’s brother. Their father is my mom’s older brother, who is also the beta of this pack. Jorden is a year older, while Joelle is a year younger than me.

“Come on, hoover it!” yells Joelle. Her iPhone is at the ready.

“Awesome! We can post the picture so everyone can see it,” says Dan, another moron in the group.

I glance at Jorden and Trey. Jorden has his jaw clenched and his lips pressed together, while Trey avoids looking at me altogether.

I scoop the blackened mash of destroyed eggs, and they get even louder. I see their eyes bright with excitement.

Stupid werewolves! Not enough entertainment in the pack house, it seems. They should get Netflix for this place. My Nana did.

I keep my focus on Joelle’s big forehead, and my lips stretch out into a grin.

Thwack! Bull’s-eye!!! The room falls silent.

Joelle has a big glob of egg pulp in the middle of her forehead. The black goo with a little bit of gray and yellowish mush is now dripping down her face slowly.

Then it falls onto the floor with another thwack, splashing black goo. Her friends jump back.

“Aaarrrrgghhhhh!!!!!” Joelle’s voice breaks the silence. Her friends are staring at her in horror.

Some boys snicker, while some, especially Jorden and Trey, struggle to keep from laughing. Jorden flashes me a proud smile before he turns to hide it.

“How dare you, stupid human whore!!!! I am so going to make you pay for this!” yells Joelle.

She suddenly advances. Her hands are tightly balled into fists at her sides. Her hazel eyes flash and darken. Her posse, Kelly and a few other girls, step toward me.

While Joelle looks furious, Kelly and the others look gleeful. Their eyes glint with cruel delight. Oh uh…they’re going to kill me.

I scoop another handful of the burned eggs, ready to launch at anybody who dares to come near.

“Hey! What are you kids doing here?” snaps Old Mr. Maddox, our former Alpha.

They stop in their tracks and quickly lower their heads in submission. Even though Old Mr. Maddox is no longer our Alpha, he still emanates alpha power.

At least that’s what I understand from what I hear. I don’t feel the need to submit to anybody, not even to the current Alpha.

Nana said maybe that’s because I’m a human.

“What’s going on here?” he asks again. Old Mr. Maddox is really old, though he is still tough looking.

His face is all wrinkly and leathery tanned as if he’s been in the sun for too long.

“She did this to me,” says Joelle, pointing at herself.

“She must have a good reason to have done that. You lot must have been bullying her,” he says. “Now, get out of here. Leave the poor girl alone.”

Something in the way that Joelle glares at me before she scuttles away with her friends warns me that this isn’t over. I notice Jorden hanging back.

“What are you still doing here?” barks Old Mr. Maddox, glaring at Jorden.

Jorden flashes me a worried look before he disappears through the doorway.

“Are you okay, Quincy my dear?” asks Old Mr. Maddox, turning to look at me with concern.

“Uh…yeah. I’m fine…thanks,” I notice he’s moved in much closer to me now. Much too close. Before I can take a step away, he places his hand on my back.

There is something in his eyes and the way he looks at me that creep me out.

“You poor girl.” His hand starts rubbing up and down my back. My skin crawls.

“I’m okay. Really I’m fine.” I move forward, trying to get away from his seeking hand, but he steps in to press his body to mine. Oh, fuck! I mean, fiddlestick!

I pull away while forcefully push him back. Suddenly I don’t care if I will get punished for being disrespectful to a high-ranking werewolf.

Luckily, he lets me go.

I duck and place the plastic container with burned eggs near the sink and leap out of the kitchen.

He chuckles. “Have a good night, my dear Quincy.”

“Yeah, have a good night, Mr. Maddox!” and go suck an egg or a lemon. Or better still, go jump out a high-flying airplane without a parachute!!!

I sprint away and encounter my cousin Jorden hanging around in the hall between the kitchen and the stairway.

He looks relieved to see me. We nod at each other, and I climb up the stairs as quick as my legs can carry me.

I jump straight into my small bedroom and lock the door. I never like the way Old Mr. Maddox looks at me. He’s been giving me this funny looks since I was twelve.

His mate is still alive. The former Luna has been bedridden for years now.

I don’t know how she got that way, but somebody ought to put a leash and a muzzle on her husband.

I lie down on my small bed, hugging Oliver. My stomach growls, and my skin still crawls from the way Mr. Maddox touched me.

I feel like taking a shower and scrubbing my skin of his touch and smell, but I don’t want to face Mom or Caitlin Rose again tonight.

“I’m not feeling very social tonight,” I explain to Oliver. “What am I going to do, Oliver?”


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21-year-old Julie Theroux was adopted, so she’s shocked when her biological grandmother leaves her property. She heads to Del Muerto to check it out and discovers life-changing family secrets. With the help of the attractive Sheriff, Julie must piece together her past…and control her increasingly wild tendencies.

Age Rating: 18+

Advice From a Jilted Bride

What’s a girl to do after being ditched at the altar by text message? That’s right. Text. Message.

How does she pick up the pieces and move on? I’m no Dear Abby but here’s a little free advice…

Advice #1 – First, purge your apartment of all things him—by tossing his belongings off the balcony.

Advice #2 – Do not, I repeat do not, throw anything out into the hallway because you’ll injure your hot new neighbor.

Advice #3 – When said neighbor brings over Chinese Food do not let him stay and keep you company. It’s awkward when you realize he’s your boss.

Advice #4 – Accept his offer to help you with your side business but think twice before using a date to his sister’s wedding as collateral.

Advice #5 – Investigate who your mystery neighbor really is. Don’t trust his word even if he’s the world’s best kisser.

If you listen to nothing else, pay attention to that last one. It’s the most important and will save you a lot of heartache.



Winning My Best Friend’s Girl

Imagine lying in a hospital bed and the doctor who pulls the curtain back to treat you is the one who got away. Even if you never really had her in the first place. She’s not only your high school crush, she’s the ex-girlfriend of your ex-best friend. The one girl you’ve always wanted.

Here’s a step-by-step list to finally win her over…

Key to win #1: Try not to take offense that she snuck back into town without telling you—six months ago.

Key to win #2: Rekindle the friendship to ease the awkwardness. But… DO NOT enter the friend zone.

Key to win #3: Ignore the fact that she went speed dating the night before. Take it as good a sign—maybe she’s looking for a relationship.

Key to win #4: Attempt to keep the two of you out of the town gossip blog and away from your large family.

Make sure you don’t let this last one throw you off your mission.

Key to win #5: Don’t get deterred when you find out the past is about to repeat itself. Because the man she met at the speed dating night is your best buddy from work.

Just remember, you sat back and let her slip away once, you won’t do it a second time. Failure is not an option.

I’ll Fight For You

Claire Walker is an undefeated street fighter and a straight-A student. Blake Johnson is a stereotyped bad boy who has a secret brain. To know her reason for fighting, you’ll have to strike into her past; to understand him, you’ll have to duck beneath the surface. There’s one question left: are these two ready for the fight of their lives?

Age Rating: 18+ (Assault, Kidnapping, Suicide)

Alpha’s Match

On her eighteenth birthday, Lyssa escapes the dull life her father—the alpha of the tradition-loving Volkis Clan—has planned out for her. Nine years later, at the age of twenty-seven, she’s forced to return and fulfill a promise her dying father made with a neighboring alpha. Much to Lyssa’s surprise, Alpha Damien isn’t the stereotypical alpha, making it harder for her to ignore the voice inside her that’s screaming MATE!

Age Rating: 18+

Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

In The Shadows

Cleo is constantly at war with herself. She’s a hunter, fated to be a lycan’s mate, yet she fights against the strengthening mate bond and feels things she has never felt before. On the outside, dark forces gather around her, leaving Cleo trapped in a ceaseless war between hunters and werewolves and humans. Will she walk out alive, and with her heart unscarred?

Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Assault, Human Trafficking, Sexual Assault/Abuse)

Mated to the Werewolf King

_This was how the world ended._

_The king of wolves, the mythic monster, the majestic man I’d grown to love and lust for with my every breath, he lay there…bleeding out beside his throne. Dying._

_Towering over him was a grinning demon…the Demon Lord. He pointed at me with a long, black, spindly finger…_

Dering Siblings

When Harper Dering turns eighteen, she leaves behind her ten siblings and finds work as a maid for Damon Grayson in Dubbury. Right away, she notices how handsome he is…and he seems to be attracted to her, too. Will they be able to make their romance work, despite the difference in their stations?

Age Rating: 18+