Flying away to another galaxy is part of the plan. Falling for one of its natives is not. *** "If one day you choose to leave me, I'm not sure I will let that happen. I'm not sure I will be able to let you go, I'm not sure I can accept it, and moving on." His hands are moving the thin straps of my sleeping gown, sending it to fall into a puddle around me. "I'm not sure I can use my logic not to force you with all my power to stay with me." He captures me, one hand behind my neck and the other behind my waist. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?" *** 📚 Cover by @xazraex

Calliope has one job: to hunt the supernatural terrorizing mankind. What she never anticipates is being drawn to the same creature she seeks to end. ** An outcast to her kind, Calli is well-seasoned on taking the dirtiest jobs the angel blood can find. However, she'll find this one takes the cake on being the worst of all. Sinclair Black, the infamously sex-fueled playboy, is assigned as her next victim. Unbeknownst to her, the upper-level incubus also reins as the city's most notorious hitman. To survive his wrath, Calli finds herself in a soul-bond that will only break when she repays a debt. Now she'll just have to fulfill her end as his pet before her divine brethren find out--or survive the grave consequences that come with betraying their sacred bloodline. Once she pays her due, she'll be free, but first, she'll need to wrestle the biggest challenge of all: resisting the wicked temptation that is Sinclair Black. ** {18+} #1 paranormal (2/4) #1 enemieswithbenefits (12/24) #1 gangs (1/21) #2 badboy (4/10) #1 obsessive (8/3) #1 darkromance (2/22)

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

UNEDITED WATTPAD VERSION! (This is the arguably rubbish version, ye be warned.) Includes a sample of the published version as well *** Life would be so much easier if he wasn't around, but even I couldn't deny that my life seemed to truly begin since his arrival. Had Lucifer truly been kicked out of heaven because of his own cravings for power, or had he fled after realizing his true happiness lied elsewhere, in a darker atmosphere? In this world, there is strictly no good or bad, no clear right or wrong. We make poor decisions, hoping it will prove worthy in the end. When it does, we never look back, but when it doesn't, it tears us apart like ravaged hell hounds. Perhaps we're all the product of Lucifer and God alike. Born from beauty only to fall to desire. *** When young baker Rosaria Castellanos is offered a chance to pay her parent's debts to the infamous Romano mafia family by a simple favor, she takes it in a heartbeat. Everyone expected a happy italian wedding, with too much wine to handle and lots of singing. Cater pastries, and don't die? Sounds easy enough. Nobody expected her to catch the eye of the young boss, Giovanni Romano, nicknamed 'The King of New York' for good reason. Unknowingly bound to the mafia by birthright, introduced by a dangerous love, Rosaria's identity will soon be forged. An unlikely heroine, imperfect and anxious, must grow through struggles and gang violence to save those around her. In even the darkest of places, love can bloom. Perhaps even in the mafia. - Side note: Warning: mature sexual scenes, swearing, violence ✨Milestones ✨ Featured on Wattpad's Dangerouslove profile #3 in Thrill -9/7/20 #32 in Mature -9/7/20 #42 in Mafia -3/10/20 #45 in Love -9/7/20 ~ Dates ~ WP Start: October 19th 2019 Finished: December 1st 2020 Published: February 14th 2021

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

Callie: The past is the past, right? Or so they say, or whatever. I've let mine define me for the past five years. No relationships, no cuddling, and definitely no sleepovers. All I need is a good romp in the hay, my sex-positive radio show, and my best friend Jade. Until him. Dex. He broke the cycle of meaningless one-night stands and showed me how true love should be. He even helped me tackle my demons once and for all. Dex: She broke my heart. After four years, she cheated on me the moment she could. And the idiot I am, I call into a radio station pleading with the hosts for help on getting over the heartbreak. And the moment a goddess walked into the kitchen of my frat house offering me a beer, I took their advice. I hooked up with her, thinking that would be it. But little did I know Callie would be the center of my world if only I could convince her she was worthy. ■■ Spin-off of Sex and Writing. You don't have to read it first. ■■■ Mature. Updates weekly.

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

Phoenix watched her closely, his eyes darting down to her tongue that poked out briefly to wet her lips. He was being unwaveringly blunt, but that was just him. He wanted this girl; he knew that now. He was over being cautious and considerate- he didn't care about that shit anymore. Soft, beautiful, and sweet, Penelope was everything he wasn't-everything he shouldn't have; it was ironic, but it was also all the more reason why he craved her. • Book 2 in Dominant Series

I took a sip of my drink and then felt a presence beside me and I turn to look. "You don't give up do you," I stated. "No, I don't. You look like you need some company" He mocked. "Well, I don't." I reach for my purse in my bag and took out $35 dollars. "Hey, Steve, here's my bill. Keep the change." I smile as I place the money on the counter for the bartender to take it up. I turn back to my unwanted stalker. "I'm going home." "To an empty bed?" "No to my dog and her puppies." "So much better company than talking to me, I guess." "Oh, yeah. So much better." He shakes his head. "You have a great night," I said standing up from the stool. "How can I when you're not coming home with me?" he smirks. "If you look around there are many single, desperate woman ready to take your offer." "I don't want a single, desperate woman." "Well lucky for you, they are married women here as well." Previously Known as 'Dial S for Sex'

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